Saturday morning, we decided that it was time to snip Zoe's blossoming mullet in the bud, so we headed to the local salon for her first official haircut.
After a few moments of skepticism about the strange woman with the scissors and squirt bottle, she did beautifully.
I figured she'd either do really well or not be game for it at all, but she pulled through like a champ. She may not be the boldest baby, but she really does hold strong in new and strange situations. My girl!
Dave spent much of the weekend cooking up a storm. Soup for me to freeze/take to work, a giant vat of yummy red sauce, lasagna and the best pork chops, ever! He didn't even stop on Father's Day when we were set to head to our favorite Shoreline diner for breakfast. He made individual dutch babies, instead. Fine by me!
He did manage to catch a bit of golf on TV and get in some snuggle time with his baby girl:
While Daddy was 'golfing' and cooking, Zo and I caught a bit of the RARE SUNSHINE (so rare, it's been a record-setting CHILLY season as our pal, Danika noted on her blog). I got in a few runs and Z and I got in some good walks.
Here she is, post walk, in the backyard, searching for flowers among the weeds :)
Zoe's getting more and more sure on her feet, but every now and then still takes a stumble. Check out this year's first skinned knee:
(Ok, barely visible here, but you try taking a close-up of a knee on a 17-month old explorer!)
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