From the moment Jack was born he has had a full head of hair, and I don’t think one lock of it ever fell out, his head just seemed to get bigger and his hair lighter. As a result, said hair was becoming quite unruly; the side sweep was looking more like a comb-over and two rat-tails were creeping down his back. If you know his Daddy — this hair “style” was painful on many levels. Dad has good hair, and so must his son.
So we found ourselves in the kitchen, before church, on February 12, with a pair of Fiskars.
Before.
During.
After.
A lock of that precious baby hair is being preserved in a Ziploc bag. Though, if the blog is the new baby book, I’m not sure where I’m planning on putting it?



