Master Harold

It is finally Spring and time to get dirty.

If I had realized that Harold would take me literally when he asked “Can I stay up and rock all night?” I don’t think I would have answered “knock yourself out!” Or maybe I would have anyway.

Shaggy no longer.
Having been thoroughly convinced that haircuts do not actually hurt. And bribed with the aforementioned milkshake and fries (not shown: the hardbound Yo Gabba Gabba art book I was suckered into buying at Bergen St Comics), Harold was convinced to make a trip to the local hair cuttery. When asked if daddy should get his hair cut with him, I was told emphatically: “no! you have no hair!”

Yeah, there’s some excitement in these parts. Something about a new baby brother. But remember, I’m still here. And I’ve got a milkshake. Go ahead try to take it from me. I dare ya. And those are MY fries too.

Little Man FTW!

A sunny day, some quality time with dad, and the best runway ever at One Grand Army Plaza.

All in all a good trip. He’s 38” tall and 34.5lbs of pure little man energy.

And even handled his shot like a true trooper.

He aced the eye chart ;)

Lots of fun new equipment — Doctor Harold got to see the real stuff in action..

3 year old check up. Dad is now Mr.Mom taking His big boy to the doctor. H did super well :)