I’d been thinking about taking Ryan to get his hair cut for a while. Then, last Sunday, we woke up to this.

Cute, yes. But the mohawk had to go. So I found the one kid haircut place in town that was open on Sundays and took him.

One of the girls who worked there blew bubbles at him, which he liked. When we were done, they gave me a lock of his hair and a “first haircut certificate.” He also got a small toy. Now I have a little man. This isn’t the best picture, but I’m not the best photographer.