During our time in Arizona,
I decided it was time for Riker to get a haircut.
If you had seen him before, you would have noticed the mullet.
A mullet is completely unacceptable, regardless of age.
So I asked my dear mother to cut his hair.
Riker was very interested in the clippers.
In fact, he was too interested.
After a brief time in the high chair,
it was necessary for me to hold him.
Riker kept turning his head this way and that to look at the clippers.
He eventually got very mad at me for holding his head still.
He has become quite strong and put up a really good fight!
The end result is a bit uneven.
It isn’t perfect,
but it also isn’t a mullet.
And really, this boy could probably pull off any hairstyle.
He really is just that cute!
(And no, I did not save a lock of his hair for his baby book. Mainly because he doesn’t have a baby book. Does that make me a bad mom? Maybe. But I have a blog, so that kinda makes up for it, right!?)