Hair?

For those of you who remember, Dylan did not have any hair until he was about a year old. He did not get his first haircut until he was about 18 months old. I used to call him my little bald boy.

See my peach fuzz? I just turned one in this picture.

Once he started growing his hair, I have been the one to take him to get his haircut. I was too afraid to let Will or my dad take him since they like their hair "squared away" - like a "military haircut". Everytime Dylan would come home from getting a haircut, he would be "inspected" by dad and papa and both would say "I thought you took him to get a haircut." They both disapproved of my nice little boy haircut. It was always too long and not "squared away".

So on Monday I took him to get his haircut and had a moment of insanity. When we get his haircut they always ask if I want clippers or a scissor cut. I'm not sure what came over me, but I said yes to the clippers. And this is what we have:

The minute those clippers hit his head and I saw all that hair on the floor I was in full regret!

Of course when daddy and papa saw his new haircut, they approved very much and said, "Finally, a real haircut!"

Now he no longer looks like my cute innocent baby boy, but a rough and tumble rugrat who loves to get into things! Well, at least it will grow back. Enjoy daddy and papa because it may be a long while before you get this look again!