Saturday night I finally got around to doing haircuts–long overdue, for some of our fellows! Even with a fast, efficient set of clippers (bought when I was in America several months ago–we haven’t found a good set here yet), it takes awhile to cut seven heads of hair! Yes, seven. I got tired of hearing comments about putting ponytails in Baby’s hair, and having people make it into Mohawks with water, and people fussing at me about how messy his hair was. So, I cut it. I don’t like that first haircut. He’s not a baby so much anymore!
This is why they thought he needed trimmed! After the big trim–he was severely traumatized for awhile by that experience–poor thing!
Seth didn’t mind; he’s used to it!