My little fella needed a haircut.
It is a time that I dread.
Imagine, if you will, how a child may cry if he encountered, say, a ten foot tall monster with huge claws and shark-like teeth that chased after him yelling “I’m going to EAAAATTT YOOOU!!!”
Then, multiply that by a thousand, and you may have a slight idea of how Joseph cries when he comes face to face (head to razor?) with the clippers.
It’s not pretty folks.
So, generally, our motto is
a) Go fast!
b) Make it count.
As in, Cut it short enough that it doesn’t have to be cut again for months- if ever.
Without further ado, I give you, my poor, poor bald baby:
( And he looks balder in person, because his hair is much lighter without the flash)
Yes, he looks like he may have just gone through a horrible bout of head lice.
Or, maybe he is related to Dewey from Malcolm in the Middle.
And thank you for those of you who will, undoubtedly, say that Joseph still looks cute. We think so too. But, as his parents, I think it is okay if we go ahead and say that he looks a little, teensie bit LESS cute.
The good news is that he will, potentially, not have to get his hair cut again until summer.
The bad news is that he has his Two Year Old pictures coming up next month…
Any tips to make hair grow faster?