In other words, Griffin's first haircut.
I just did it. He didn't bat an eye. The whole thing took about 7 minutes. And since I'm not like my mother and many of her generation, I will not be saving his hair in a box somewhere. This will be my final memory of his first haircut as the hair promptly hit the trash.
Nate was out showing houses when this all went down but he did catch an instagram of it and called immediately worried I had done something terrible. But as you can see, the curls remain, just slightly more manageable.
Though the other morning when Nate was about to take care of the freshly fallen snow before leaving for work (ie. get out the snowblower), he tried to get Griff all excited to watch and said, "Hey Griff, you know what Dadda is going to go do???" Griffin promptly replied, "golf!" If only.....