and so it is...

just like you said it would be. (shout out to Damien? Anyone?)

Well, friends, it has started.

With just three weeks until Jones' predicted arrival, we have come to the realization that Sophie is, in fact, a dog.

(sophie in her pre-baby talk days. Life was easier for her then)

Tonight was just the proof this little malte-poo needed to confirm her worst fears: her life is about to change, and the room we have so lovingly decorated is 100% for sure not for her.

It wasn't too long ago that Sophie had "me time" at doggie camp where she received massages, belly rubs and extra cuddle time. (re: here and here)

But tonight was different. Tonight the 9 lb fluff's worst nightmare came true. Tonight we gave her an at-home hair do. And let me tell you, it is something.

She was very fluffy and with summer fast approaching we knew she needed a more weather appropriate do. But with all that is going on (you know, having a baby) we are trying to make a better effort at saving every penny we can, as I am sure you all can appreciate.

So we didn't want to spend the 60 bucks to give her a legit, professional hair cut as usual. And I think Sophie knows we would rather use that 60 bucks for something fun for Jones. And she doesn't like it.

Trey and I spent hours this afternoon in his shed working on it. And we are still not done. I only wish she would cooperate for a full body picture. It is a sight. But no such cooperation, for she is pretty ticked at us at the present time.

But while her days at doggie camp may have come to a sudden stop, she will still wear Christmas PJs during the holidays and her pink parka in the cold months. She is, after all, our first born.

(looking dashing in her pink parka a few winters ago)

Sophie, this afternoon, blissfully unaware of her fate that was sure to come.

Tonight after the hack job. And after her bath. Refusing to look at the camera, completely embarrassedAll that is left of her once beautiful fluffy coat now lies in ruins on her daddy's work shed table.