No more party in the back

Well, we did it. We cut the mullet. My poor little boy was being called a girl so often that we knew it was time to get his first haircut. I mean he had a serious mullet. I tried to get some good mullet shots, but this was the best I could do.

And so, off to Lewisburg we went. We had quite an entourage with my mom, my sister, and my nephew in tow. And Campbell was an absolute doll. He just sat in the chair and read a book. It was Mommy who was acting like a baby. I didn't cry, but I sure wanted to. After it was over, I looked at the hair that had been cut, and I promise some of it was almost 2 inches long! And so, my little baby looks like a little boy. I'm used to it now, but I definitely wanted to cry for a day or so. Here are some more pictures from the big day.

Sorry about this last picture. It's the best after picture I we could get. Lately, the boy does not sit still. No wonder I'm so tired all the time.