On a Cash note, (somehow EVERYTHING ends up revolving back to him.. Love you sweet baby!) Cash got his first, REAL big boy haircut. Mind you, we've been snipping away at his hair since he was born with a head full, and even took him to a barber for the first time when he was 11 months old, but he's never had a real little boy cut. Although I'm going to miss his comb over :( , it was getting WAAAY too long, and he was still constantly being mistaken for a girl (If you ever read this Cash: Don't worry. They're just jealous because their little girls aren't as pretty as you! We know you're all boy!) As for the haircut experience, it definitely wasn't what I expected. J has brought us around our fair share of errrhhh "eclectic barbers." When I think of boy/men/guys haircuts, I think of the big barber pole outside, shaving cream with a huge powder brush, and a cookie cutter barbershop full of nice old men. Andy Griffith Show. Let me just say that the first time we took Cash to J's barber to get his hair trimmed at 11 months, the only barber pole present was the one tattooed on the barber's forearm. Rap music blared in the background, and the old men I expected were actually little hoochies in short shorts walking in and out for attention from the guys.. Cash waited patiently as his hair was being cut, laughed, danced to the Rap music and LOVED his barber, who by the way did an excellent job. This second trip to get Cash's hair cut was no exception. After all, there's NOTHING "normal" about this family! Before we left, (of course I was anxious as to where this "wonderful place" was that he wanted to bring Cash) I suggested we find a barber shop with the name "Kiddie" or "Tots" in the title.. Something with chairs like this:
Well, of course not. Not for Cash.. Cash needed the "BEST" haircut, and those people were just "babysitters with scissors." So off we went.. I should've known as we pulled into the strip center, that any barbershop between a liquor store and a Mercado de la Carne (Meat Store!) wouldn't have good customer service.. and I was right. I'll leave the name anonymous, but let's just say the name of the barbershop can be translated to "Three Spanish Women" in English.. (I made it easy for ya!) Well the three Spanish women were actually 2, and I joked as we walked in that they may have 1 woman left if one of them messes up my baby's hair. Although their English, customer service, and waiting line sucked.. they gave my big boy the cutest little haircut I've ever seen! Literally, perfect! So J was right once again.. There. I said it. But really.. is this NOT the cutest thing!?!
That deserves a candy cane Cashman..Your VERY FIRST ONE to be exact!
And now.. a note to Santa..
Dear Santa,
Did you come early this year? I've been doing some snooping around the house, and I could've sworn I saw my cake plate I've been dying over for the last year. I'm not sure if you meant to bring it early.. I'm just glad you were able to find it, because I've been asking J for it for a long time, and he never came through.
I swear, Santa, if you were as cute as my honey, I'd marry you one day. Not a big fan of the beard though.. I also saw some fuzzy Pink vanilla scented cashmere socks infused with Shea oil in my stocking. FAB! Can't wait to wear those bad boys..and no clue how you picked them out because I've never seen them before! While your'e on a roll, I might as well let you know that I'll accept ANYTHING from the following designers..
FABULOUSSSSSSSOOO..which in simple terms means I am in desperate need of.
P.S: I won't leave boring old cookies and milk. How 'bout a Slim Jim, a 5 hr energy shot, and a mug of Coffee & Kahlua?!
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