One thing that's nice about having a boy is not having to deal with the inner strugglings of deciding when to get your kid's first hair cut. With Aspen there was so much stress and guilt. She was three years old when we finally trimmed her hair! I've already used shears on Oakley at least four times. And counting. Afterall, I had no choice. I mean look at this kid:

He's just crying out for help!

It's taken me several tries to get a hold of his mullet in the back, and it's usually in the bath that I'm making the attempt. Which means I'm bending over and in an awkward position and all he wants to do is play. But yesterday I finally got him to hold still long enough and voila! my baby looks human. (pictures later)