Bye bye mullet

I forgot to post about one of B's most momentous life events, oops! Much to the pleasure of his military officer uncle, B got his first haircut March 27th! His greatest joy in life is other people, specifically female people who will smile at him. Given that we took him to a regular grownup salon, he was the only baby in a sea of adoring women. One of his top 30 at least (obscure Bridget Jones reference anyone?) joys in life is being messed with. He loves when I pick things out of his hair, suck his boogers, clean his ears, etc. These two facts combined meant there not only were no tears but he absolutely relished in the experience.

It also helped that Becky, G's and now B's expert stylist, recently had a baby of her own and she knew just how to woo him. The most challenging part for B was that he wasn't able to stare at/flirt with/smile at Becky while also having the sides and the back of his hair trimmed. There were a few near misses with the scissors when he wanted to quickly turn his head back for another flirt session. All eyes, ears, and cheeks were unharmed and we now have a very well coiffed baby.

Goodbye vestigial evidence of Polynesian paternity

Becky cleverly tries to distract with this scrunchy book. B thwarts the effort by throwing it on the ground.

Action shot as B spins his head around toward razor sharp scissors

Handsome fella

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