You want to know what I did?

For the very first time ever, I cut my son's hair! Before I left the states, I bought myself a nice pair of cutting shears, and borrowed my mom's kid sized hair cutting apron. I had big plans to cut Eddie's hair. Why? Because I can. And I figured that it might be less painful than trying to tell someone in English who only speaks Spanish, how I want his hair to be cut. I figured I would spare myself the agony. I'm not yet fluent.

So, I got out my scissors and the apron and took the kid into the bathroom. I cut and cut. Man is it hard to cut hair on a child! For those of you out there who know this personally, you know what I'm talking about. (wink wink at my mom)

Well, even if I do say so myself, the kiddo looks rather handsome! I think I actually did a good job! I don't own a trimmer, so that might have shaped up the edges and the bottom a bit better. But I still say it looks pretty good.

After the work was done, I got out the camera to document my first hair cut.

Here is Mr. Personality himself. This was a couple of days ago. You can see how long his hair is.

And here he is after the cut. I was trying to get him to be natural. Yeah, you try telling that to my kid.

Same kid. Just all kinds of cheesy happy! Cute cut, no?

I can't even explain this photo, except to say that he is all boy. I ask him to smile and look nice for the camera and this is what he does. {{mommy totally rolling her eyes with this one}} And by the way, it landed on his arm. He's only 3, he hasn't learned how to suck it back in. Yet. {{Side note to my mother: Yes, that is spit.}}