About a month ago Lane started to voice his dislike of Max's long hair. He felt that his son looked like a girl. I felt that Max's baby curls were beautiful and didn't want to cut off one of the last parts of his baby-hood. We compromised and I said that I would get Max's hair cut when he had been called a girl by someone else... twice. Well, not soon after a waiter asked Lane "What does she want to eat?" in reference to our little man. Then at the doctor's office a women kept referring to Max as "her" and "she". Well, I didn't tell Lane about this incident because I still wasn't ready for a little boy haircut. Then, yesterday at Chick-Fil-A a woman asked me if the "little lady" wanted a cinnamon role. My honor got the best of me and I let Lane know that it was time I kept my promise.
Well, we officially have a little boy and Max officially got his first candy as we tried to get him to sit still for the last few minutes of getting his haircut. He did great, didn't cry at all. He wasn't too big a fan of the electric clippers, but he really was a trooper through the whole thing! Our hairdresser Alissa did a great job and we even saved a few of his beautiful curls. Here is some before and after pictures!
