Yes... that is my son in the pictures below. After weeks of emotional preparation, I finally felt so guilty that my poor boy was constantly rubbing his eyes. So on May 19th, I brought him to get a hair cut. I don't know what it is about the haircut... I guess its just such a definitive action stating that "Yes you are getting bigger." It was kind of a sad day, but he did awesome. He sat right in that chair, smiled and loved every minute of it. Of course I had to do all the fun shots before we cut it off. The stylist did a fantastic job, she cut it so he is comfortable but it's still Andrew's style! We saved a good envelope full of hair! My sister joked that we could have donated it!
