Sammy's been needing a haircut for...quite some time. I've put it off, because...well, let's just say the first one isn't a happy memory. Sorry, Lindsay! However, it was nearing the "Grandpa will call you a hippie" stage, so we made a home appointment with my neice, Drew. It'll go better at home. Right?! It went only slightly better this time around. Sorry, Drew!
(He spent most of the time with his forehead on my forehead. It was very pathetic...)
(I love my hardwood floors! Oh, yeah. Sammy's still wailing.)

(Sorry, Drew. Sorry, Drew. Sorry, Drew.)
(still very, very skeptical after)
(perking up thinking he can get the camera)
(Finally life is starting to spark back into his eyes. I'm sure he'll be in therapy over this soon.)Unfortunately, after all is said and done, I realize I like my boy with longer hair. He doesn't pull off the short hair very well. Here's hoping it grows fast like his parents' does!
(By the way, Lindsay? The hair was cleaned up - are you ready for this? - with a real broom. Aren't you so proud???)
