First Haircut

I knew Scott's hair needed a cut. It was straggly, stuck up all over the place after waking up, people have been calling him a girl more lately

and it sometimes looked like a mullet. But I held off as long as possible because I love his soft, wispy, baby hair. The time had come, though.

I kissed my little baby goodbye and we went to the salon down the street. John put the cape on and I handed him Scott, who promptly flipped out. I held him instead, cape-less, and he was fine.

He seemed confused, but didn't move a muscle the whole time. I think he liked the way it felt.

 All done!

 It'll be nice and cool for the summer.

See ya later baby Scott. He looks like a little boy now.

 Especially when he just walks himself into the room.

At least he's a cute little boy.