The Haircut Debacle, aka The Spring Shearing

One day, we will laugh about all of this. (At least, I am hoping that we will) For now it will be stored in the file entitled, 'Westin Moore is still alive?! Well that's a freaking miracle: just look at his parents!".

So, Westin's hair has been getting long. Kind of mullet-like, and it was bad enough that we are allowing him to crawl around with holes in his pants like a ragamuffin..it was time for a haircut. 

We decided to embark on this adventure on our own..what could be so hard about cutting a little boy's hair?? I had the afternoon off, I could help. And then after the first couple of snips of the scissors, it was clear-something was going wrong, quickly, horribly, wrong. We were ill-prepared for the hair cutting experience. And when you are ill-prepared, this is what happens:

Ok, so Westin is still pretty darn cute. And then something amazing started to happen:

Just when we thought that we had forever scarred our child, we realized that all of that hair was weighing him down from taking those first big long walks. And walk all night he has. Just like Bob Marley sings, "Walk tall; walk tall. Even if you fall, get up!" So we will take the good with the bald, remembering that the hair will grow back. And when it does, we will take him to a trained professional.