Henry had his first haircut on Saturday morning. Our hairstylist turned friend, Ed, met us bright and early, eager to get his scissors on Henry's locks. Per usual, Henry enjoyed the attention and didn't make a peep the entire time. The result? A boy who looks like he's about to turn one!
I think I'm next on the list. My efforts to let my hair grow have resulted in an unsightly mullet; it's not quite the look I am going for when I go back to school next month.