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He was getting a little long around the ears. I had tried to ignore it for several weeks, but Mike was persistent in his recommendation that it be done. Then when Grandpa Lloyd came for a visit yesterday, he told Aaron he was ready for a trim. So I gave in. Did I cry? Yes. Did I make Mike photograph the whole thing? Yes. Did I save his trimmed hair in a ziplock, with the date written across it in permanent marker? Yes. Am I glad I did it? No. But, a friend reminded me, the difference between a bad haircut and a good one.... just two weeks. :-)

Here's the before....

And then I got to work...

Finally, all done! Daddy says he looks like a handsome boy now, but I miss those baby curls.