We finally gave in, and on August 11th Skeet got his first haircut. His hair was tickling his ears, and I know it was driving him crazy. He was an angel! Jeannette was so good with him; all it took was his daddy with an ice pop and she was able to cut around his ears, across the back, and trim up the front. We just couldn't cut off all his little curls in the back though! We were feeling like he was such a big man, but then later that evening he proved he really was by taking his first steps! He turned away from the couch and took three or four steps toward me, before diving head first at me. Today is the 29th, and he's gotten some better at it, although he can't quite balance on his own for more than a couple of seconds. He won't do it unless it's his idea either, so don't even bother trying to coax him into it! He now says "tractor" and "kitty", which is so cute watching him and Kirk sit on the floor reading a book saying "kitty kitty". I still can't believe that in less than a month he'll be a year old!
