The Life and Times of a Navy Husband

Saturday, Danielle and I finally reached our limit of politely telling strangers that Sean is not a little girl and took him to get his haircut:

We had gone to breakfast and then walked to Starbucks where we did our best to look like neglectful parents by letting Sean climb on the chairs while we read.

Then we decided to shoot down to KiRa Salon to see about setting an appointment, and, surprise, they could take him right away.

And we didn’t have a camera.

Thankfully, Megan, the stylist who cut his hair (and cuts mine), had a camera in her telephone (!) and I took a couple pics with it.

We were a little worried that his curls would vanish after the cut, but they didn’t.

Before:

And after:

You handsome devil, you.

Notice, also, what he’s playing with in this shot. He enjoys turning the DVD player on and off, on and off. Every time he realizes I’ve forgotten to barricade the cabinet, he makes a beeline for it. Too. Much. Fun!