You would think with Beck’s lack of hair that a haircut wouldn’t be necessary yet. Maybe haircut is too strong of a word. I should probably say it was a trim. A 30 second trim.
On Sunday night I decided the hair above his ears was getting a bit out of control so I enlisted my husband to pull out the clippers and have at it. Of course the moment Beck saw the clippers and heard the noise coming from them he was jerking his head around to get a good look. That resulted in me having to hold his head still and then tears. But the 30 second wrestle was a success and the hair has been tamed.
I must have not been feeling very sentimental and forgot to save any of the hair. Did you save your baby’s locks?