Happy New Year Crop Top

The start of a fresh new year. Hope springs eternal. Resolutions run rampant. Time to clean up, make some goals and chart our path through a glorious new year.

So what's that mean to a toddler closing in on his 22nd month? Time to abandon your young hippie ways and jump into the barber's chair. Long time followers of the blog will recall we did chop the mullet back in the Riff Raff days. Here we're talking about the entire landscape. Official Haircut #1.

Now keep in mind, we're making our way out in the hinterlands. I'm not driving the young prince to the city for a day at the salon. No sir. Strap the lil guy in a chair, give him plenty of playthings and hand me the shears.

We did have a sidebar to determine who was better qualified to play the butcher in this unfolding drama. Gayle's experience was limited to plucking eye brows. Back in college, working as a valet, I once shaved Paul's head during a particularly slow Sunday. So I grabbed the scissors and G the camera.





Aww how cute, first time hair up the nose...


Still having fun!


Alright...enough. Are we done yet?


Ta Da!!!!