I broke down and we took Bryson to get his hair cut. People were starting to call him a girl because of all his cute curls so Aaron and I set him in his car and walked down to the salon to those curls cut off. It was such a bittersweet day for me. I was so sad to see his curls go but he did look like such a big boy afterward. Bryson watched Aaron get his hair cut first. Then Aaron held Bryson while he had his cut. It worked out great. Carla, our hairdresser, said Bryson was the best kid she has ever had. He really was perfect; he didn't mind a bit while she cut his hair with scissors or even with the buzz clippers (or whatever you call those things).
Here is Bryson before his new 'do; he was sitting in his car, waiting in the lobby:
Here is Bryson while Carla was cutting his hair, he was so intrigued.
Here he is as soon as the cut was finished:
Home at last, fixed up, what a handsome little guy!









