I'll just apologize right now: you are about to be bombarded with an excessive number of pictures of Daphne's 1st haircut. Every once in awhile, as a parent, you just get sort of extra-overwhelmed by the cuteness factor. This was one of those times for me.
Anyway, Daphne had grown herself what can only be described as a mullet. Giving her a bath last night (the hockey hair is more pronounced when wet) I decided it was time for the bottom to come up a bit to meet the top.
We went to Little Clippers in Lake Oswego. Who knew a haircut could be such a magical experience?
Her stuffed dog, Cruncher, came along for moral support.
And finally, nothing says you're a parent more than seeing this in your rear-view mirror: