30 days til D-day! I've been madly studying for my board exam during the month of July, so any social contact has been strictly limited to gramma's house. It was strenuous towards the finals days, but it's all behind us now, so I can move onto more exciting deadlines. So the day after, we gallivanted around Babies R Us and shot up a few more wishful items onto the registry. After a run at the wedding registry, it's really quite exciting shooting stuff up for the baby. As expansive a store as Babies R Us is, however, not everything is available there. Poking around the Internet, I feel like I'm being sucked in like watching informercials, such as the Magic Bullet...who doesn't want one of those? (You can make salsa with a touch of a button!) Anyways, now doesn't every mother want one of these slick things...

Apparently, a Mamma's Milk sling is all the rage. There's a celebrity gallery page, and you can't just get a micro corduroy sling anywhere. Aside from that, I'm totally sold. And what fashionable (organic) mother couldn't use one of these...



















A superior product being sold as a Bebe Au Lait nursing cover, but previously known as a Hooter Hider. A very elegant upgrade to be sure, but a Hooter Hider is a pretty stellar name. Read enough baby magazines, and you can even find a discount! Now, this is all very fun for Mom, but what about baby?


























There are some adorable things out there...like...

Vegetable Rattles! You could get cupcakes, fruit, ice cream cones. All very adorable and educational to boot, I'm sure. But more than just adorable, if you're gonna have a little guy, you apparently definitely need one of these:












a PEE PEE TEEPEE!

No, really, stick with us here, folks. This is both creative and useful. They come in a variety of flavors, allowing you to celebrate holidays as well...

  

The folks as BebaBean are quite thoughtful. They come in packs of 5 and they are washable and reusable. This is by far the most practical thing we've come across so far.

So, it's saturday, so we plan on cutting some hairs.

We get the clippers set up, and we get started. Buzzzzzzzzz.......

Everything's going according to plan, and we're cutting the sides down to 1/8 of an inch.

Now we move to the top. 

N: "3/4 inch?  That seems too long.  What did we use last time?  1/2 inch?"

C: "Okay, I guess."

Buzzzzz....

C: "Wow. That seems really short."

N: "Yeah. TOO LATE! GO! GO! GO!"

(Christina starts into a fit of laughter, Nate takes the clippers from her shaking hands and begins to cut his own hair shave his own head).

The result:




















Not so bad. Just stare at it for a while, and when you see me next, it won't be so shocking.  Luckily, my strength comes not from my hair, but from God alone.  Now, if we could only get Locks of Love to take the shavings from our little misadventure.

I began to think about reasons I could tell people why my hair is gone, instead of telling them that we messed up.

1) No hat hair
2) Solidarity with the baby
3) Christina messed up
4) Aerodynamics
5) Short hair is the new black