After putting it off, and putting it off…
and then scheduling an appointment…
and (of course) forgetting said appointment…
and finally having to hide the growing mullet with high collars and interesting hairdos…

It finally happened.

My third-born…my last baby…my Little Sir

got his first haircut.

Well, the Little Mister actually went first to give his Little Bro a bit of encouragement.

And then it was time.

True to form, the Little Sir was totally chill about the entire experience.  He hopped up into the chair, put on his game face, and got down to business.

Lollipop licking, book reading business that is.

With a sweet new “do” on the side.

He didn’t even flinch.

Well, he also didn’t even crack a smile…until he got some tickles and cuddles from Daddy…

And had a wrestling match with Big Brother…

 And showed off his “Big Boy!” muscles and dance moves…

And got some wine for Mommy.

(Photo credit: The Little Miss)

Oh wait, maybe that just made me smile.

But you never know.

The Little Sir is one sweet, thoughtful, DAPPER Little Guy!