We are lucky to have a very good friend who is a whiz with the shears and cuts our hairs just the way we like them from the comfort of her home studio. I can get my hair cut while Henry plays with his best bud and then we do the old switcheroo and he gets to sit in the cool chair and get clipped. Lucky we.
This weekend Henry came down from his bedroom and I could no longer stand what he likes to call his "crazy physicist hair". It drove me nuts. I felt like people would think we were nesting chicks in there if I let it go on any longer. And so we decided to go short. This is the shortest it's ever been. I wanted that crazy Einstein mop gone, but I have to admit I was a little bit sad to see the curls drop off, however untamed they were. My sweet boy looks so grown up.
Now that we're down to the last week and a half of second grade I am getting that end of the year nostalgia and remembering how quickly the time is whizzing by. *sigh* My sweet boy.