This boy needed a haircut...bad. For some crazy-mama reason I didn't want him to get his haircut until after he turned one because then he wouldn't be a baby anymore *sniff* But then it reached crisis level...
Here's the view from the front...
...and the side.
crazy, right?
He got that morning hair from me :)
So off we went and sweet Irene gave him his first haircut.
He did a great job of holding still most of the time.
But had to check out big brother getting his haircut too.
Two handsome boys.
And no more crazy hair!



