Tuesday, April 27, 2010

The Curse of the Not First Born

Poor Cannon.  He's suffering the fate of the second (or later) born.  Today I took him for his first real haircut.  I had trimmed his bangs a while back, but this time he got the full cut at a salon.  He did great, even if he had to sit in my lap instead of on the mini carousel pony they have just for kids.  And while I did remember to save some curls for posterity, I of course didn't even think to bring the camera.  Mind you, I don't know how I would have managed a photo with him in my lap, but I realized after we left that I really should have captured the event.  I definitely have pictures of Rowan and Kemper at their first haircuts.

I remember a running joke in our family was that there were no pictures of me as a baby or toddler.  This isn't entirely true, but compared to the number of photos of my older brother, it certainly seemed like there weren't any of me.  I swore that if I had kids, I would make sure the youngest would be equally documented.

There's one goal I can say I utterly failed to reach.