We've come so far.

Being born with a head full of hair has its perks unless you're not a fan of haircuts...and you're a boy.

Gone are the days of crying haircuts and bribes that don't make a difference. My little man has moved on to quietly reading a magazine (his sister's) while getting his hair coiffed.

He still won't talk with the stylist. But, he'll get there eventually. In fact, he really liked the post haircut shoulder massage today. In fact, he almost smiled and probably would have if no one had been watching.

Thank goodness for Floyd's. You keep my little man's hair in check!

Mummy cat.

Beware of the mummy cat. Original artwork by Sawyer Mally Anderson.

Please note the cat is saying, "FFTFFT," as in he's hissing. :)

Friday Funny

Start 'em early. Like father, like son.

"Whoa...cool."

Cherry picker inside the rec center ALL the way up at the ceiling replacing the light fixtures.

Needless to say, Sawyer was not the only little person eagerly watching this project.

Sawyer speak.

Graduated from calling his sister "Madden" to "Madewyn" and it's too cute.

Anything, and I mean anything, can be a phone -- banana, red onion, pancake. These are all from our play food.

"Mommy, do airplanes have penises?" This was just the start of the conversation we had in Jo-Ann Fabric about airplanes, helicopters, and anatomy.

A little light reading.

Nothing like getting ready for gymnastics with a little light reading.

Never a dull moment.

Let's set the scene. The time was a little after 600P on a Friday. Griff was on his way home from a business trip in Lake Tahoe. The kids had just traded in their old balloons for new ones. Madelyn chose purple (her favorite!) and Sawyer chose red. I'm in the kitchen with my back turned -- Yes, I realize this is ultimately where I went wrong. -- putting together dinner plates for some Friday night homemade macaroni and cheese.

I should tell you that these two LOVE balloons. Really, what kid doesn't? So, the amount of happy noise and playing I was hearing behind me was not alarming. There was much pitter patter of feet and a Sawyer cat meowing. I'm not sure for how long he was meowing but there was a lot of it. In fact, there was so much, Madelyn admits that even she tuned it out.

When I turned around, I was stopped dead in my tracks at what I saw. Sawyer was on all fours on the kitchen table...crawling laps around the center piece...meowing like a cat. I didn't know whether to yell, laugh, or grab the camera. So first, I grabbed the camera. To give you an idea of his speed, he made at least three laps in the time it took me to grab my phone and start recording.

Yes, the video's short but in the interest of my child's safety, I thought I should cut things off pretty quickly. Apparently, I've got a climber on my hands!

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow.

Movember

Greetings from our house to yours for a happy Movember.

Floyd's

Sawyer had his second haircut on Sunday. Having not been thrilled with his first one, I didn't really like the salon/stylist or the cut, I took him to Floyd's where Griff gets his hair cut.

Let's just say, Sawyer was less than cooperative. He had to sit in my lap in the chair and neither a pacifier nor unlimited access to the cell phone kept him from squirming and reaching up at the stylist. However, ten minutes later, or however long it was, he had a fresh haircut and was good as new.

We will likely try Floyd's again for him. It's a nice salon and his hair looks very cute. And, best of all, I can see his eyes once again!

Little yogi

Last weekend, Sawyer discovered how to get to a sitting position from laying down. Oh, and he subsequently pulled himself up against the crib railing. As a result, his bed was lowered to the bottom setting. No need to have him tumble out of bed with these new talents!

Yesterday afternoon, on the tile floor, Sawyer taught himself downward facing dog. When I pointed it out to Griff, his response was, "Put that boy on the carpet!" So, here he is on the carpet demonstrating. It seems as though we may just skip crawling entirely and go straight for walking. Oh, Mr Sawyer...

Peek-a-boo!