It was time! And I was excited! Brock didn’t want to come, but I begged him because 33 weeks pregnant + toddler = difficult to do ANYTHING.
Ronan sat sweetly, and only got mad at the cape (again.) We laughed at his eyebrows going up when the clippers touched his neck. We chuckled when he tried to turn around, a la “What are you doing back there?” And we hooted with glee when he looked at himself in the mirror and said, “Ooooh!”
I didn’t get any pictures at the hair-cut place, but I snapped a few at home in the bath.
Strangely, I find myself loving this hair-cut far more than his first. This time, I think he looks very grown.
This accurately demonstrates the “before” look: