So we plopped Miller in his bumbo on the bathroom counter, occupied him with q-tips and cotton balls, and I snipped away. (There may have been some choking up, but I hid it well.)
I'm no Vidal Sassoon (Yes, I'm aware that my hack job version of a "D.A." could use some serious work.), but look at how handsome he is now!
I did save a curl or two. You know for his baby book. Or a pretty new locket... birthday hint for moi, what what?