Haircut

This is haircut #5.  Don't worry, I'm going to stop counting from now on.  It gets a little ridiculous to keep counting after #5 when it comes to haircuts (and children).  I've been diligently keeping chunks of Ethan's chopped-off hair since he was a baby but I didn't this time.  It has something to do with not wanting to be ridiculous as well.  I first started storing his hair because I was, well, sentimental, and I was curious to know how his hair color is going to change when he grows up but I think four is a pretty good sample size.  I refuse, absolutely refuse, to be that mother who stores chunks of her child's cut-off hair from every single haircut in his/her life.  Just try imagining me owning a whole suitcase of hair lovingly stored in dated Ziploc bags.  Ewwww...  That would just be gross, and creepy.  

Remember how I cried in the shower last time when Jake buzzed Ethan's hair off?  Ya, with a wish that he wouldn't put our marriage in jeopardy again, Jake actually gave Ethan a styled haircut.  It was very much appreciated.