I finally cut Loo's hair Friday morning. Thursday at swimming, when it was long enough to get into his eyes when wet, and last week when his auntie H. complimented his "excellent comb-over!" -- and she was right:
I decided it was time. So out came my shears and Loo got his first Big-boy haircut. He may never get another one because by the time I was done, he'd caught on that I was actually doing something with his hair and was grabbing at the comb. I probably won't have such an easy time of it next time. But for now, here's "Big-Boy Loo" with his new 'do. Friday was a cranky day, so I only got one smile out of him.
See? So serious: