1st Haircut

I am no longer a baby. On the day I turned 15 months, I became a big boy! Mom has been after Dad to get me a haircut. As you can see here my hair has gotten a little out of control.





The mullet was great, but she and I both agreed it was time to let it go. Dad reluctantly went with us to Cartoon Cuts.












That place is so cool, I got to watch cartoons while a wonderful lady trimmed my hair.










I didn't make a fuss and it was done so quick. I wasn't the one crying, daddy was a little weepy watching my mullet blond locks fall to the floor.








But afterwards, he agreed that I looked really good. Much better than the ponytail mom threatened him with.