Big Boy Hair Cut

The time came for little Westly's locks to be cut. He was having more bad hair days than good, and when it was wet I could easily comb it back into a pony-tail. I am very old-fashion in that I like boys with short hair.

 

So Sunday after church, we cut. 

 

 

We had to use many distractions and Daddy's help to get the job done

 

 

This is right before Westly's huge freak-out. In the end Daddy had to hold him while I finished up.

I am sad to say, it was the worst hair cut ever! I think in the future we're gonna have to take him somewhere to get it cut. The texture of his fine hair mixed with his phobia of scissors makes it nearly impossible for me to do a good job. I wish I could fib and say he tried to cut his own hair. Alas, it will grow back.