A Trip to the Barbers....

So..at fourteen months old.. the time had come... 

and Little Pickle needed his first haircut

 He decided he didnt want  to wear an apron..

 but sat patiently waiting for the barber to start...

 and was as good as gold sitting still while the barber cut

 Then it was off home for a lunch date with Little Miss..

and a scrummy meal of ham sandwiches.. sliced cucumbers and strawberries

Well Done Little Pickle..

You look so grown up now..

maybe we should call you Little Mr....

Love and Hugs

Phoebe x