In a state of irritation, I made the impulsive decision to take the clippers to my baby's head last week. No more long, wavy locks of brown and gold! He is now a miniature version of his older brother, the Moose. I'm not sure he was to pleased, with the results. He embraced the hat I gave him after the ordeal was done.
A week later and I'm still not over it, although it is starting to grow on me. He is still the same wild child, full of boundless energy that makes messes from sun up until sun down, with his blue eyes dancing.