First REAL Haircut

Remember that incident with the Vaseline that I blogged about a few posts back? Well, because I butchered Hunter's hair (though I guess it wasn't too bad), he was in need of a real haircut. So, when my in-laws came down for Leah's birthday, they brought their clippers in an effort to fix Hunter's hair.

Whenever I trim Leah's hair/bangs, she wiggles and squirms, prolonging the time it takes to finish (and frustrating me to no end). I half expected Hunter to act that way when Mel (my mother-in-law) pulled out the clippers, but, to my surprise, he was perfect. While Grandma Mel trimmed, he sat perfectly still and without complaint. Such a big boy! Guess he was living up to how he would look: when Mel was done, gone was my baby boy, and in his place stood a (little) BIG boy. So handsome!

You'd think he was used to clippers by how still he sat, but this was his first time.

My handsome "little" boy. No more baby look!