We did it. We cut Charlie's luscious locks........I nearly cried. It was even harder for me than getting my own hair cut (and that is saying A LOT).
Although it looks like Charlie is extremely concerned in this picture, he was actually DELIGHTED to get a hair cut just like his dads.
I'm not sure what drove Jeff to do this.....to give up living his long hair dream vicariously through his son. Maybe it had to do with the fact that I was never washing or brushing our child's long hair and in the dry static-y winter weather it wasn't looking nearly so surfer boy coolish as it did last summer.
It was so thick and long that the razor kept getting all gummed up and jeff had to cut a bunch off with scissors.
Look at all that hair on the ground. It broke my heart to sweep it into a bag and just throw it away.....but I didn't think keeping it to make a lovely sort of hairy stuffed toy as a keepsake was a very good idea.