On July 30th we finally got the little dude's hair cut. I have been putting it off for as long as possible. I'm not sure why. I wasn't like this with K. I remember cutting his hair on his first birthday. We took him into the bathroom and took a pair of razors to his poor little head. Yikes, what a memory. Maybe since that experience went so poorly I've been putting this one on the back burner. Finally it was time though. His cute little curls were starting to straighten out and I had more than one person jokingly call it a mullet. That's it! We're off to the salon! :)
I think it turned out great and little E was such the trooper. He cried at first but then came around to the whole thing and I think by the end enjoyed it more than I would have ever imagined.
What a handsome little man you've become!