We figure this milestone needs no catchier a title than just that - his very first hair cut. It probably wasn't altogether necessary - I've trimmed it up myself a few times over the past year or so - but we were getting tired of the patchy look, not to mention waking up to crazy hair guy every morning, so we planned for today to be the day. We'd heard enough horror stories, so in preparation we spent the last week 
reading books, singing songs, and telling stories about big boys getting hair cuts, and the last few days talking about the specifics (the big chair, the mirror, the cape, and the scissors), so that in the end, rather than shock, the kid probably suffered from day-after-Chrstmas magnitude let down. But for all that, the actual haircut went by without incident. Calvin was classic Calvin - contemplative, 
curious, watchful - and neither cried, nor cracked a smile, until one of the stylists handed him a yogurt covered pretzel. He got a certificate with a pouch of hair to take home, too, and as we were leaving remembered to thank the nice lady, too. Probably the best part about the whole experience was the whole experience. In an effort to embrace our new small town existence we actually walked to town and 
patronized the local (and old fashioned) shop in downtown Dexter, complete with old-style barber chairs filled with chatty older men (all of whom were greatly entertained, but whether by Calvin or by his camera happy mother it's hard to say), then finished our errands by walking to the bakery, the card shop, the library, and lastly the grocery store, with Calvin happily chatting away about his new 
haircut while reclining in his buggy, er, stroller.
The rest of the multitude of pictures can be found in the May 2008 album, of course.