The little one's hair has grown and grown and grown out of control. Although, his lovely gold-colored locks contained much potential for post-bath fun, they never seemed to stay in place. Daddy declared that a haircut was in order and Christmas Eve was the big day.
In his "barber's chair" pre-haircut
Here come the #4 clippers!
Daddy doing the deed.
Post haircut.
We saved the cut locks for a Christmas ornament and posterity. I didn't cry but was sad to see his baby hair go. It is silly to be sad over hair but now I do understand a little more how there is great joy with a little hurt watching the little ones grow.
