In which Porter gets a haircut and miracles really do happen

Let me address the miracle first.

As you know, Mr. Porter Pot had lovingly ruined my camera last week.

Seriously, it was horrible.

I hid my pink CoolPix in it's drawer over the weekend and mourned the loss of this good friend (I'm pretty sure that I spend more time with my camera than with my hubby these days). I mean, I really did cry over it.

Pathetic? Yes, a bit.

Anywho, I pulled it out this morning to make sure that it was really, truly broken.

And guess what?

It was taking perfect pictures again. WAHOO!

And in the second part of this post, Lil' Man got his hair "trimmed" by Nana.

Or should I say completely cut off?

But he's happy 'cause he looks like Daddy, so I guess I'm happy too.

Except now I can't do the awesomely cool faux-hawk 'do anymore :(