Haircut for the Bres-meister

Before: lookin' a little weird.
After: pure stud muffin.
My son does not do haircuts well. In fact, Colby and I put it off as long as humanly possible...and sometimes longer than that...because of how horribly Breslin screams and carries on during his haircuts. The poor child had to lean his head back because he bangs were so long that he couldn't see anything. We can't take him to a public place like Fantastic Sams because his distress is so disturbing to the people there. So, our only option was to do it at home. Uncle E rose to the occasion. It took three of us to hold him down and get it done, but it got done nonetheless. Now my little Bres looks like a completely different kid, but it's so nice to see his sweet handsome face!

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Russ and Karen Gaston said…
Too handsome!!! Watch out Bres,,,once Avah sees you, you're going to have to run! :)

Looking forward to dinner on Friday!
March 15, 2010 at 11:03 PM
Jessica said…
Wow, he looks older! And very cute!! :)
March 16, 2010 at 5:10 PM
Sara said…
He looks awesome! And I am glad to know that Ewan isn't the only kid that screams his head off! He usually has random long pieces of hair - it is so hard to buzz a moving object!
March 17, 2010 at 9:35 AM
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