my first haircut...

sighh... finally the time came for me to get a haircut. mommy said my hair was getting too long, and i may get rashes on my neck if i don't get a haircut. so, armed with a sharp pair of scissors, mommy and grandma went to work, gingerly trimming away my hair.


i was wriggling in protest of course, so mommy had to pacify me by feeding me with some milk. i must say it worked in calming me down! :D