a wild hair..

It was time. Z needed a haircut. It's far more traumatic for me, than it is for him. He happily sits in Daddy's lap, slurping on a sucker. I think he'd happily sit through anything if you gave him a sucker. 

Maybe this would be easier for me if I had a sucker too? I just think Z is so unbelievably adorable (I'm his mother, I can't help it...) that I find it difficult to let go of one haircut for another. Even when his hair is in his eyes, and tickling his ears. I just don't know how a haircut could possibly make him cuter than he already is. Then we cut it, and I kick myself for not doing it sooner--because he's just so blasted cute!