James has never had a haircut. We've trimmed a bit off the bangs a few times so the dude could see where he's going, but that's about it. Taryn and I both love his hair long and curly as if that's preserving his youth. Neither of us want to see him with an actual haircut for fear he'll look like the little boy he's become.
We've decided that in May, just before a summer of playing outdoors, I'll take James to get his first actual haircut by a professional. As a sign of true fraternity, I've decided that I'll get my next haircut during that same visit to the barber. This won't be easy as I'm probably due for a cut now, but a little sympathy growth won't kill me.
My thick, shaggy mane is going to get a lot worse between now and then. Please don't stare and giggle.
