Born In Surrey

You don’t really realize how bad your sons mullet is until you look back at pictures and think, “why did I wait so long?”.

Had Matteo’s hair naturally been curly or wavy or adorably long I probably would have left it, but it wasn’t any of those things. It was stereo-typically “I was born in Surrey and I drink Budwiser out back sittin’ on my pick-up”. I waited it out as long as I could but eventually it got to be too much and I caved to the peer-pressure. Looking back on it, I’m glad I did because seriously, his hair was ridiculous.

Thankfully we were able to get his hair cut at my mother house (thank you Marlee for coming over!) and were able to play his favourite nursery rhyme video. He didn’t move a muscle, until the end when Marlee was trying to trim his bangs and got in the way of him viewing his show (how dare she!).

Now he looks so much better. So much more adorable with out that party in the back.

Bye bye forever, Mr. Mullet!