Luke's hair was really getting out of control. My mom gave him the last 2 haircuts, but as she is far away in Texas that wasn't an option this time. I didn't trust myself with the scissors, and since Luke HATES having his hair cut, I convinced Jared that fastest is best.
So we buzzed his head.
He was really good during the whole ordeal. He squirmed and fussed quite a bit, but he was actually still and quiet for some of the time too. And he didn't cry. I was expecting him to scream at the top of his lungs, but I think he's actually worse when we brush his teeth, and that happens every night.
Of course, Luke is still a cutie after his haircut. The only sad thing is that Luke doesn't look like himself anymore. He's someone else's little cutie. Probably an army sergeant's kid.