No mulligans here...what's done is done.

I don't know how I let it happen. One day he was our little man, Mr. Baroski, and the next he was John Daly in the flesh. And with that, out came the clippers. This was one of the days my husband has dreamed about since he helped deliver little Titus from my bod-
a buzz cut.







The day after being freed from "the John Daly" ...
"I pity the foo' who doesn't get a buzz cut!"
Feeling the new 'do & feeling a little more like Mr. T.


I couldn't end the post with that picture, so, here you go....

Have a happy Wednesday!

Comments

De Haans said…
This may inspire us to do the same with Cayden, he has a great start to a mullet :)! I think I would have to let Matthew have a go at it though . . . I don't want to be the one to mess up :)! Thanks for the inspiration!