The G baby finally let me give him a much-needed haircut. It might have been the Elmo-watching on my laptop privilege or M&Ms I bribed him with, but I really think he was just tired of all the wispy blonde hairs that kept getting in his eyes.
I feel like I did a pretty good job considering I went into it with a pair of scissors (I couldn't even find a comb-yikes!) and no plan. But he really does still need a professional haircut in the near future.