Gettin' His Hair Did

It worked for Billy Ray...

...but not so much for my son.

I'm talking about a mullet.


Mmmm-hmmm. After putting it off as long as possible, I finally decided to cut Dawson's hair. After all, I never thought the day would even come, seeing as how he was relatively bald the entire first year of his life.

Not anymore.


My original plan was to cut it while he was taking a bath, but then I realized he's never, ever still while he's in the bathtub. No workie.

So, I decided to seize the first opportunity that he was still enough. Which was, of course, while he was standing on our barstools, watching old Sesame Street episodes with his daddy on YouTube. Please excuse the large explosion of random crap in the background.


Going in...


Cutting the cord...


The finished product. Dawson was relatively still the entire time, so all in all, it was a success.


What people will pay large sums of money for on E-Bay one day...


I don't like how quickly the pages in his baby book are filling up. As soon as one milestone passes, the next one is happening!

A Walk On the Wild Side

The Fletcher household is rejoicing now that the Mad Cow disease has been eradicated and now we can be around other people!

We celebrated by meeting Jason, Krystal and Zoey at the Nashville Zoo so Dawson and The Zohan could see the animals. It was a beautiful day, and I think everyone had the same idea as us - it was so crowded!

Dawson and I...is he not the cutest safari guide you've ever seen?
There were crowds in front of every exhibit, and this was the clearest picture I got the whole time we were there. I love zebras...I love how God put black and white together. :)
Of all the animals we saw, Dawson liked looking at the birds the best...
...after Zoey, that is.

This is how Zoey saw most of the zoo!
We had to take a little break and treat the kiddies to some Dippin' Dots. Zoey had cookies n' cream, while Dawson had chocolate.

"Touch them and you die."

We had a great time! It's amazing to me how simple things like Dippin' Dots and birds and quick afternoon trips take on a whole new meaning when you're showing it to your child for the first time.

I Am Not a Redneck. Or a Cow.

And all I can say is Thank.God.

Because I almost freaked out at the beginning of this week.

Wait - what am I saying??

I DID freak out.

Dawson and I both have been sick.

With HAND, FOOT AND MOUTH DISEASE.

Not to be confused with HOOF-AND-MOUTH DISEASE.

Which is what I thought we had until I read WebMD today.

"Foot-and-mouth disease (sometimes called hoof and mouth disease) is a viral disease that can occur in animals such as cattle, sheep, and swine (cloven-hoofed animals). It is not related in any way to hand-foot-and-mouth disease found in humans-the two diseases are caused by entirely different viruses.

The virus that causes foot-and-mouth disease can be spread from animal to animal by direct contact with an infected animal or by contact with food or other things that have been contaminated. A human who is involved in handling animals can spread the disease from one animal to another through contaminated clothing, footwear, or other contaminated objects."


Sigh.

It would've been helpful if Dawson's doctor would have elaborated a little more on what exactly he/we had.

Whatever.

At least I know we won't start sprouting hooves and tails anytime soon.

Fourth Festivities

We spent the Fourth of July in Chattanooga - first at my parent's house, and then with my dad's side of the family at my cousin's house. No matter where we were, there was swimming, food and lots of fun had by all!

My parents have revived several of our childhood toys, including a baby pool and swim toys. Dawson and Zoey had a blast.

"Hold still...just a couple more seconds and you'll look just like Don King."

The starving artist:

G-Pa the Great helped D and Z figure out some of the pool toys...

...and then we headed to Billie Ann and Joe's for a cookout, swimming and playing. Joe let D and Z play on the pretend castle...this is Zoey, the damsel in distress.

D rescued her, and then "helped" her swing...

Our cousin Donna and Gran helping Princess Zo escape once again.

We attempted to have a family photo taken. Clearly, we are that part of the family that are "special."

At the end of the day, after you've eaten your weight in barbeque, swam, played, and realized you're completely surrounded and also related to people of questionable intelligence, what else is there to do?

Hey, Lauren? The Hills Just Called.

They wanted to know what's it's like to be as old as they are.

Today is my 27th birthday.

Oh. Crap.

Off to go chase my oatmeal with some prunes while I watch the Price is Right.