The haircut of champions...

It's official. I'm a big boy. This past weekend my Dads took me for my third haircut. It's been nearly four months since my last one (my Dads still haven't recovered). But this time was different. I was determined to show them that I'm no longer afraid of the big bad scissors. And guess what happened...

NOTHING.

I didn't shed one tear. I just sat on Papa's lap and played with my cars. That makes me a toddler with a capital T.







Then on Sunday my Dads also took me to a kid museum called Kidspace. I met up with my buddy Skyler and we checked out live bugs, climbed up a tree house and my Dads taught me how to ride a tricycle. However, they made me wear a silly helmet. Relax fellas... I'm hard-headed!







Love Maxwell