Landon did wonderfully. He didn't squirm at all. I on the other hand - not so much. Dave kept cutting and cutting and cutting. And as I'm taking pictures I'm smiling on the outside, but screaming on the inside, "Stop! Stop! Stop!" I'm watching all of Landon's hair land on the jungle print apron and am having a minor panic attack. I looked at Landon when he was done and thought "Where did my beautiful baby go, with his beautiful hair?"



Now, my baby looks as if he should be going off to the Marines.

After we styled it a little, I was feeling slightly better about the haircut.

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He is still a beautiful boy! And looking at the last picture, you can definitely claim him as your own and I won't call him Alma anymore (Alan's threats of calling Charlotte Charlie didn't make me change my mind.) I think he definitely looks like us when we were little.
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