G gets a haircut.

Well people. I did it. I finally cut Grayson's hair. With the exception of trimming his bangs once, this is his first haircut. He's 18 months old, and now, with this haircut, he looks so much older. My little man looks so grown up! I'm sad. I loved his hair. He had these soft bouncy curls, and I loved to run my fingers through them. I could have played with his hair all day if he would have let me. And now it's gone. Well, most of it. Seriously, I'm tearing up.

I got so much flack from people about his "mullet." I didn't think it looked like one; I thought he looked like a cute little boy. Some strangers thought he looked like a little girl. I was getting sick of my friends asking me, "so, have you cut your son's hair yet?" that I think I gave into peer pressure. Shame on me.

I do think he'll be a little cooler now; perhaps the breeze will reach his neck now. And maybe it will be easier to clean food out of his hair after he feels the need to rub it all over at every meal.

So there, people. I did it. You all nagged me and nagged me and finally I gave it. I cut Grayson's beautiful hair. Do you all feel better now?