I have got to stop cutting my children's hair. Really. But then the mood just over takes me and Bam! There I am with scissors. And their hair is cut and I am sad. But they can see. Today was Miller's very first encounter with scissors. I had been feeling really bad about giving him a trim myself because for Noah we took him to a cute kid's only shop and have a Polaroid and lock of hair. Poor Miller. Totally the second child. My mom encouraged me to just do it. He's a boy and he won't care in thirty years about a photo and lock of hair (FYI last lime I checked my dad still had my hair from my first haircut in his desk. ). At least I took some pictures. And it does look a bit better than before. As this comparison shot will show.
|Show me your hair cut!|
|Last week. Things were getting out of control. Several people told me he was a pretty girl.|