Cutting the curls off...

I took Luke (my baby of my babies) in for a real big boy haircut today. I forgot the camera (poor 3rd child). This photo is from a few weeks ago definately PRE haircut! He cried through most of it but was so happy when the hairstylist brought out the prize! A green dum dum sucker for a reward! Ahhh... to be satisfied with just that. So with big croc tears he licked his prize and looked up at me with a whole new look. His floppy head of curls was gone and this little boy looked up at me. Sad... I keep thinking everytime I look at all 3 of my small ones ... where did my babies go? I watched Makenna walk in line with her Preschool classmates the other day and wondered whose big girl is that? I helped Wyatt with his Kindergarten homework (yes they have homework in Kindergarten... this surprised me too) last night and he counted AND wrote his numbers 1 - 100! Wow! Harvard watch out! I am so proud of him! I am holding on tight knowing that everyday brings a little more independnce on all of their parts but those babies dissappear a little more too. How sad but good... defiantely a mixed blessing... but what a blessing they all are!!! Lucky me!