The first haircut!

It nearly killed me and I forced back the tears as my baby was transformed into a little boy with a few snips of the scissors. We took him to a salon for kids, knowing that we would either have spaz child on our hands who would not calm down. Or one very sad child. It was the later.

This might be cool... I can sit in a car!

Nevermind, not cool. Nor are scissors neat anymore.

Sitting on Daddy's lap helped some.

The end result! A little boy.