19 September 2010
I scheduled an appointment just for daddy-pan and Owen. I really didn't want to see those baby curls come off my baby. but wouldn't you know--as I headed out the barber's door to start getting the two boys into the car, Elliott turned around, marched back in, and demanded "I need haircut!"
my baby is not so much of one anymore, I guess.
he didn't cry a bit. just sat right down, put on the cape, and moved his head just how the lovely hairdresser asked.
next thing you know he'll be wanting dyed tips and a shave.