What a difference a haircut makes!
After a month or so of asking, begging, pleading, and insisting that Henry please, please, please, please, pretty please let Mommy cut that hair before it becomes a bonafide mullet…
Oh, who am I kidding? H-man and Stevie have both been sporting psuedo-mullets for a few weeks now.
But finally today, I managed to distract Henry enough with the iPad and offer the right kind of bribe (a strawberry Blow-Pop), and lo an behold he finally agreed to let me cut his shaggy hair.
He doesn’t even look like the same kid!
Now, I just gotta get Stevie’s hair taken care of and all will be right with the world again.