First hair cut: Day 54/365

Sadly, the time had arrived that my son needed a hair cut. I protested and held off as long as I could because his little curls were so sweet, but they were starting to get rough looking and I admitted it was time. He didn't take too kindly to being strapped in a chair with a stranger holding a pair of scissors near his head. He kept trying to get away from her as hard as he could.