Thank God! I'm sure everyone who has seen Henry over the last month has thought to themselves, "man that kid needs a haircut". Well, we had been growing out his blonde surfer doo for our trip to Hawaii in 2 weeks. But after a second request by Henry to cut his hair, this time put so sadly from the backseat of the car on the way to Tookie's, "Mommy, I have hairs in my eyes", I got to cutting as soon as we landed. My Dad caught some good photos. It's hard for me to keep a straight face or hand while cutting his hair. He says things like, "I think I will look good." or "mmm, that feels wierd" or "let's don't cut my ears", which can be tricky with those Freeman ears. So, still shaggy and still very Henry, at least his hairs are not in his eyes now. Phew.