If having children and watching them grow up is deeply satisfying, then watching your grandchildren grow and mature is a quantum leap above satisfaction. Today, we watched our youngest grandson, Peyton Gresham Sanders, get his first haircut. The barber is a close and dear friend of Brad's, and calls himself Peyton's Uncle David. Since David's shop is basically a beauty salon, barber chairs are not in use, and Mama Paige got the privilege of holding our squirming little guy.
Since we have 6 older grandchildren, 5 boys and our only little petunia, Hannah, this was not really a "first" but still it was a very moving day. I made a short video that I wanted to post, but alas, it is a huge file, and after 30 minutes of trying, the blogosphere balked, and I had to resort to stills.
Probably due to Peyton's familiarity with David, it was fairly easy. There were no tears (at least from Peyton) and he seemed to enjoy the attention.
Yes, we saved lots of those little locks for his baby book. His granny (MoMo to him and all the other grandkids) stuffed several nice bunches in an envelope just for such use.
Since we have 6 older grandchildren, 5 boys and our only little petunia, Hannah, this was not really a "first" but still it was a very moving day. I made a short video that I wanted to post, but alas, it is a huge file, and after 30 minutes of trying, the blogosphere balked, and I had to resort to stills.
Probably due to Peyton's familiarity with David, it was fairly easy. There were no tears (at least from Peyton) and he seemed to enjoy the attention.
Yes, we saved lots of those little locks for his baby book. His granny (MoMo to him and all the other grandkids) stuffed several nice bunches in an envelope just for such use.
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