I found a coupon the other day, and the sheer insanity to suggest we get Evan's hair trimmed. More specifically, trim the back of Evan's hair where he had been trying his best to grow a mullet.
I've been cutting Robert's hair at home for almost two years now, but the thought of putting sharp objects near my baby's neck bothered me. Having a stranger do it? Sure! Sign me up and charge me an unreasonable amount!
But hey, look at him:
The mullet is all gone.
Afterwards, we took him for a late lunch and he kept patting at his spiky 'do and making silly faces.
And in just the right light, you'd still think he was bald.
I love that wispy, fine blond hair, so soft and golden.