With the way his hair grows, my little Jackers was made for the 70s. And as long as he’ll let me, I’m leaving his hair with a shaggy cut because the cuteness is my drug. No buzz cuts for that boy – aside from his first haircut which traumatic for all involved:
Yes that is my baby screaming and yes we did give him a baby mullet for 30 seconds.
But I’ve learned my lesson and now we get his hair cut by a professional and that makes me so very happy… really, how can you resist that hair?
This post is linked up with Jill at Diaper Diaries. Also, if you missed it, you have to check out last week’s thing that I loved – it’s a cool story about serendipity (not the bad movie with Kate Beckinsale).