The haircut...

It needed to happen. The hair was getting out of control. But I needed to be there to supervise. I was leaving in one week to be gone from my boy, and my husband was on the brink of shaving his head. It was our 5 year anniversary. What a better way to celebrate then at the salon.

He did fine. A little fussing because he didn't want to sit still, but overall, he was a happy camper. I did better than I thought I would. And luckily, the curls stuck around afterwards.