Cut off thine hair…

Little one is 13 months old now.

And his hair is still practically not there, well, except for this mess.

SO enter mommy and her shears…and clippers.

And suddenly we went from cute little baby…

…to terrifying toddler.

He was a trooper, no crying, no squirming.

He must have an amazing cosmetologist of a mommy… …or maybe it was just the help of a little licorice.

The other two also got their haircut.

Izacc’s faux hawk is back, per his request.

And Ian can wear one too, just like his brother.

And I would like to know

if it’s too much to ask

to get just one

decent picture of my boys?!

So close…

Seriously, I give up.

This one wouldn’t have been SO bad except I totally chopped off Izacc’s hair! Whatever. Maybe next time.