Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

It took nearly 26 months, but Harry finally needed a haircut. I waited so long for it to grow I will admit that it was really hard to bid those blond, curly locks goodbye. But this morning Harry and I took a little trip over to PhD, a hair salon in Alexandria that will gladly trim-up the occasional child (how $13 is worth it to the stylists who have coax and cajole reluctant toddlers is beyond me). But Sonia was patient - never blinking when Harry refused to put on the penguin salon cape - and knew exactly when to whip out the lollipops, which were all Harry needed to be the model child. He received very high marks.

In no time at all (sob!), his precious curls were gone. I may never be the same.