My little man has got a serious head o' hair. I feel like I give him a haircut every month. It's like one day, every four weeks or so, he wakes up and it is obvious that it's time to get out the scissors. The hair resembles a large mushroom cloud and with his wiry, muscular little body it's like "an orange on a toothpick," to quote an amazing movie.
I usually do it myself, because, let's face it--spending $20 every four weeks on a trim is not my idea of a good way to dip into the Joyce Family Fund. Yet on a whim, I took him in for a "professional" cut this week. She was able to use the trimmers around his ears and neck, removing a lot of the mushroom-y bulk. :) And he is just the most handsome little boy, if I do say so myself.