"Me Luv to get me fur cut. Me going to look so nice."

I've been singing this Cookie Monster song to Russell since the first time we gave this boy a chop.   If you think Rylee has hair! We've mowed this boy's head more times than I like to recall. And finally, finally after three years of tears and tears and tears whenever the clippers come out, Russell not only got his haircut without any breakdowns, he was even cooperative.  And it didn't take three adults to coax him into it.  It was just a quite morning and Rylee was playing nicely in her crib and mom and Russell decided together (deciding together = of course, bribery.  He's three.  And he negotiates.  A lot.)  it was about that time again.