*sob* lost a daughter, gained a son

No, there was no wedding, the son/daughter in question is only three years old. Quincey decided sometime after his first birthday that he no longer wanted his hair cut. I disagreed, but after almost poking out his eye with my scissors, I relented.

Fast forward two years. My long haired galoot is CONSTANTLY mistaken for a girl (no big deal) but he is also starting to become quite clumsy due to his hair being in his face. (he refused a pony tail as well)....so, we drew the line and cut it.

I didn't cry, but I wanted to! I thought I'd post the before and after. Sorry about the quality, but YOU get a three year old to sit still. (the haircut was hard enough). Please also note that this is the crappiest haircut I have ever given. (well...to someone I wasn't mad at, anyway ;).


( before )

( after )

Let me also add that I must get on a plane at 6am tomorrow morning, and leave my babies for 4 days while I donn a HUGE TURQUOISE GOWN and stand up at my mother's wedding in Toronto. *sob* I hate to fly. Well, I don't hate flying, I hate dying in firey plane crashes. *heart palpatations*