When Joseph was born, I really did not have intentions of calling him "joe." Not that I had a clue what nickname we were going to use, but I figured something perfect would surface. Well, he's now 16 mos (about 12 mos in this post, since I'm just a tad bit behind:) and still nothing. Not really anyway. I noticed the other day, though, that his big brother (porter) had taken to calling him Joe. In a really cute way too. Like old college roommates shooting the breeze (what an odd figure or speech??). So, in honor of Porter, I am giving "Joe" a try.
Moving on, our cute little Joe;) got his first haircut at the end of the summer. As made clear in a previous post, the adorable child was seriously in need of a cut. And as mentioned in said post, we have an amazing hair stylist in the family who loves us so much she's willing to make home visits.
Notice the mohawk is now much shorter, thanks to an initial snip with auntie's cool purple scissors.
Oh, yeah. still loving the lollipop.
And still.
Man, doesn't look like he's going to give that thing up.
Oh, the mean mom stole it away. But isn't he cute!
Moving on, our cute little Joe;) got his first haircut at the end of the summer. As made clear in a previous post, the adorable child was seriously in need of a cut. And as mentioned in said post, we have an amazing hair stylist in the family who loves us so much she's willing to make home visits.
Nothing like bribing a one-year-old to hold still with a sticky lollipop (only problem is, all the hair sticks to it).
Notice the mohawk is now much shorter, thanks to an initial snip with auntie's cool purple scissors. 
Oh, yeah. still loving the lollipop.And still.
Man, doesn't look like he's going to give that thing up.
Oh, the mean mom stole it away. But isn't he cute!
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