Today, on Riley's 9-month birthday, Riley's hair was cut. It was pretty serious business, despite the salon's cheer, toys and bubbles. He didn't crack a smile once.
When he was done, he looked even more like his Grandpa Stuart.
He received a balloon, certificate and a lock of his hair (that's for us, really) immediately following the cut in a car. He didn't really get into the balloon until we got home.
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