Big Boy vs. The Vacuum

Where have my blogging priorities gone? Sheesh! Mason had his first bleeding incident (well, besides split lips). He loves to chase the vacuum and try to stick his fingers under it. Don't worry, I didn't run him over. It's a constant challenge though. As I had the vacuum off and was moving some of the furniture around, Mason climbed up to stand with the vacuum. I knew it was going to tip over, so I tried to pull him away. He has the grip of a bull dog and somehow, he scraped his chin on the thing. I don't know what he even hit, but he was bleeding the next time I looked at him.These pictures also give a fine representation of how homeless Mason looks right now. Look at that hair! I've tried to cut his hair in the past and I don't do a remarkable job. I decided to call my friend (and hair dresser), Sheila, for a 'big boy' haircut. Mason sat on my lap and kept surprisingly still for her. I wish I would have gotten a picture of the two of us, both with drapes over us. It was cute. After she cut his hair she asked me how I style it. I just laughed. He did have bed head when I showed up! Anyway, I told her to go ahead and style it, but not to do a faux hawk. (It's not my favorite look on Mason.) Here is end result, my baby boy looking so big and grown up. Damn, he's cute!

This is a perfect face for how he feels about Target (and shopping)!