After much kicking and screaming, I decided it was time for little J to have a haircut. BUT! I wasn't going to take him to some lady who didn't care about his baby locks. Someone who wouldn't think twice before she took her scissors and started chopping away...leaving him with hardly any hair. No way. I was going to do it. How hard could it be?
So we pulled out the Bumbo, grabbed the camera and scissors and made it a family effort in the kitchen.
First off? Wet the hair and see how much needed to be trimmed.
Oh my! Mama may have been in a bit of denial. All that baby hair that never fell out may have gotten a little on the long side. Well. J didn't seem to care.
After a few snips up top and a tiny bit on the sides we have a happy little customer.
Brush it back a bit...
And voila!
Awwwwww...he's a little boy. Dang! That's why I didn't want to cut those cutie little locks off. Well, fine. I cut the top, but the back is starting to curl so I couldn't touch that part. We're gonna bring the mullet back!
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