the first haircut

The pressure was on, and it got to the point where I didn't want him to be bothered by his long hair poking in his eyes.

It was the hair he was born with. The hair he's always had. The hair that made him famous.

And it was time.




He's cuter than ever, in a sort of Pugsley Addams kind of way.


But he looks just a little less like my infant, a little more like my little boy.



I can handle this. Really.