Sam Turns Four Years Old!

Last night, finally fed up with Sam's long hair, I battled him in the tub and gave him a trim. I know a lot of people liked his hair. I did too, for the most part. But when I look at the pictures of Wally, Sam, and Eric on the couch, all I can think is, "What a pretty little girl!" Not that there is anything WRONG with that. But I prefer my son to look like a boy, thankyouverymuch. He will have plenty of time to grow out his hair and drive me crazy when he is older.

This morning as Sam and I played in his room, I tried to get some pictures of his new look. I could not believe it when I snapped this one:

Seriously. Who is that kindergartener? What is with that self-satisfied little smirk on his face? This picture is a little glimpse into Sam, the middle-aged accountant.
Now THIS is my baby. Still with the tax-preparer hair, but wearing puppy pajamas and reaching for the toy I'm dangling over his head.
What a sweet face! I hope I don't see any more of that 'old' face for many, many years.