One of the hardest jobs that Brodi and I would ever have to face, we faced last weekend. We knew it would be difficult...we knew there would gnashing of teeth...we knew that there would be choice words hurled our way. But, we did it. We gave Beckham a haircut. It was safe to say that Beckham's hair was moplike. It needed to change.
Our haircutting schedule for him has been to cut a piece here and there when he wasn't expecting it. We decided to get him in a chair, borrow Erin's clippers, and go and get the whole job done. As you can see, it wasn't received very well. But we figured that he is now over 3 years old and he should get a hair cut (crazy, I know).
But as you can see, it turned out pretty well. And he finally decided it was nothing to cry about and now he could go out and dazzle the girls with his hip stylish haircut.