You know it's time for a hair cut when your son looks like an 80s glamour shot.

Scissors? Check. Spray bottle and comb? Check Check. Lollypop for bribery? CHECK. Patience....we'll have to work on that one.

It wouldn't be a hair cut without stopping to pose. Great purple lips.

For our "after" shots I was so excited to head outside--the sun has been shining all morning and I couldn't wait to soak it up. I headed out, skipping the spf in hopes to get my golden glow, and slipped on my flip-flops. It was 10 degrees. Fahrenheit! FREEZING. We had a total of 20 seconds--and this is what you get wit 20 seconds and a toddler. Better luck next time I guess.
