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Quite clearly, Andrew needed a haircut. We had tried to give him trims here and there but that didn’t go very well. So we packed everybody into the mini-v and headed for Great*Clips.

Daniel also needed a haircut, so he got his done while sitting on Daddy’s lap, as usual. He’s an old pro.

Andrew sat on my lap for his haircut. And do you know what? He did GREAT! He was just watching and taking everything. He’d glance up and grin at the lady cutting his hair from time to time.

It was a little sad to see all that hair go. And gheesh, it was a lot of hair. I saved a chunk of it. I’m not sure why people save baby hair. I’m always slightly grossed out when I see chunks of baby hair. I think it really only has any sentimental value to the mother and not anybody else. I mean, we don’t save fingernail clippings. . . or maybe some people do.

I had saved some of Daniel’s hair from his first haircut which we did manage to do at home. The hair was in a klee*nex though, so you probably know where this is going. Yep, got thrown away, except for a small, small piece which is collecting dust on my dresser.

Anyway, so everyone is much happier now and he’s still cute as a button to us.