My First Haircut

In March my mom was stopped at the gym and asked when she was going to put bows in my hair. Sadly, this was probably the 1,000th time I was mistaken for a girl. Apparently, no amount of blue and camoflague clothing guarantees the sanctity of your masculinity. After much debate my parents decided to go forward with my first haircut. Mommy thought no better place than Mrs. Marie Russom to do the job. Mrs. Russom's salon is not only gifted at her craft but she is also the epicenter of Fayette County gossip. She's been a friend to mommy's family since before mommy existed and has cut mommy's hair and my nana's hair. Here are the before and after shots!





Mrs. Russom gave me my new favorite toy.....a caterpillar.


Seriously, mommy needs to be next in line for a haircut. Try some bangs or something mommy.



Goodbye little baby curls.

Hello stud muffin.

Tell the ladies to watch out!