Jack's first haircut.

Until last week, Jack was a 19 month-old virgin to the world of haircutting.

We were going to pay 25 bucks to take him to a place like this:



But then realized that he might a.) throw a fit, b.) wiggle like a floppy fish, or c.) scream, cry and kick his legs the entire time. And after all that hassle, when it came time to take him out of that neat-o airplane he would insist on staying and cause another scene. So I think we were smart. We saved 25 bucks, probably a choppy haircut anyway, and we don't have to feel obligated to scrapbook some cheesy certificate with a lock of hair taped to it.

We opted for the at-home, do-it-yourself job. And I must say, it turned out much better than expected. Thank you, Troy!



Of course we we prepared with Elmo's World on DVD and a stash of marshmallows as bribery.


He wasn't so sure about the snipping, but....



he did like the vibration of the clippers.


He looks like such a grown-up boy now. (sniffle, sniffle)