It was time for Harrison to get a real haircut. His hair had already been trimmed three times. Jeff needed his hair cut as well so off we went. I was worried that Harrison wouldn't be still.
What I didn't anticipate were the tears.
What I didn't anticipate were the tears.
Poor thing. He cried and clung to me. I think it was the clippers that freaked him out.
Then we went to the beach and everything was good again.
Harrison had fun trying to catch the waves and eat the sand.
It was very relaxing and helped erase the trauma of the haircut.
Harrison was all smiles the rest of the day.
