This morning I, Grammy, and Auntie A took Baby K to get a haircut. He had one back before his first birthday at my stylist, and has had a few trims at home since, but it was time for a "real" haircut. We went to a kids' salon in town, and though he started out driving a yellow Hummer while they worked on his hair, he quickly wanted to sit only in my lap. He was a little scared, and it probably didn't help that I cried a bit as the stylist snipped off inches of my baby's beautiful hair. He looks like a boy now instead of a baby, and it breaks my heart just a little to look at him.
Two mornings last week when I went into his nursery to get him up for the day, I found Baby K standing up in his crib with one leg hitched up on the rail, a sign he was trying to get out. So we searched for a decent used toddler bed and found one in the town where my parents live. Grammy picked it up and they brought it with them this weekend. It's sitting in Baby K's room now, to let him get used to seeing it there, before we put him in it for sleeping, which will likely happen in the next day or two. Daddy has been working to babyproof the nursery, which has included strapping the bookcase to the wall and putting in latches on dresser drawers-- Baby K is quite the climber and will scale anything if given the opportunity.
