
I'm not sure what traumatic experience occurred in the bathtub, but Emery refuses to be bathed anywhere but the kitchen sink. So as he sat contently playing with plastic Elmo and a wooden spoon this afternoon, I decided to cut his hair for the first time. He's usually so active, it was actually the easiest place to do it. I tried to leave the cute curls/wings behind his ears, but the mullet look he was starting to sport looked a little too 1984 and something had to be done!
The end result wasn't too shabby.
