Malachi got a hair cut. Oh the difference three years makes. He used to cry and fight and hate getting his hair cut. Today he laughed, it tickled him. It's so much easier this way.
I saw a picture of my future today at the pelaqueria (hair cutting place) when a two year old had to be held down by his mom and another stylist while his stylist attempted cutting his hair. It looked horrible. And I knew deep down inside that I wasn't done with the crying and fighting and hair cut hating...oh well.