At thirteen months, Calvin Jesse's hair was nearing its limit. Sure, we could let it grow longer, but it was starting to get in his eyes, and the back was approaching mullet-hood at an alarming rate.
So I took him to my friend Morgan, who cuts my hair and who has a little boy of her own and knew what to expect. Calvin Jesse was a actually really quite good—he was a little startled by the process, but he sat pretty still for (almost) the whole time.
Afterwards, he wasn't exactly sure what had happened, but we all cheered and he became pretty proud of himself.
|And more after ... off to do more mischief now that he can see!|