Haircut!

We first cut Noah's hair when we was about 5 months old. For those of you who have been following Noah throughout these past 2 years, you know he was born with a HEAD FULLLL of red hair that never fell out! It looked a bit "Conan O'Brien" for a while, yes, but for the most part, has been one of his insanely endearing features.
Every 2 weeks since 5 months old, I have had to trim the mop of redness. It grows so fast and so thick. So, one day a couple of weeks ago when I went to pick him up from Mother's Day Out, I got seriously embarrassed because he looked like he was wearing a football helmet - his hair was poofy and out of control! I took him right to the barber - much to Dan's chagrin; he wants the kid to have a mullett! - and got his first real haircut.

He was so good; a bit squirmy but didn't cry and soaked up the action. I was extremely proud of my man!