So, I finally gave in...

...and I cut my little man's hair. And oh let me tell ya, it was so hard for me to do! If it was up to me, I would have waited a little longer, but Paul has been wanting me to trim it for months. I kept making up excuses not to do it..."once my family gets here", "once we move to Jordan", "once we move into our new apartment", etc. I think Paul was more tired of the gender confusion poor Micah was getting than anything else. Well, my excuses were officially up, so I got out the scissors and did the dreadful thing that makes my baby look like a big boy. Thankfully, I did remember to cut some golden locks off and save them for his baby book. For those of you who were ready for me to cut Micah's hair, you can THANK Paul. And for those of you that weren't ready for me to cut it, you can BLAME Paul. Hehe. I sure do miss my baby's curls :( Oh well, at least they will grow back...

After bath time-right before the haircut.

We actually cut his hair on the last night he was sick-he was much stiller than he normally would have been.

Look at all those curls in the tub...

Here is the remains from the tub. 

And the final product = a new man