Bye Bye Baby Locks

Chris took the boys for a hair cut this morning. We discussed Griffin's hair before he left. I asked Chris to get Griffin a trim, just enough to get rid of the little mullet action he was sporting, but not enough to take away his sweet blonde baby locks. Imagine my reaction when I returned from grocery shopping and was greeted with this:





Yeah, NOT a trim, right? It looks like someone took some serious shears to my baby's locks. At first glance of my baby's balding head, I dropped my purse and bags on the floor and, of course, started to cry. It wasn't a pretty cry either, it was the wailing of a mom faced with her last little baby looking at her as a little boy. And then Chris and I commenced our debate (read: fight) on the definition of trim vs. hair cut. ( I also can't figure out if this is just his clever way of getting out of hair cut duty for the foreseeable future. If so, it may be a stroke of genius on his part.)

On the bright side, I guess my baby's sweet locks will grow back. Someday. Sigh.