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.