I know, I know, it's getting ridiculous. He desperately needs a haircut. My favorite is when I get him out of bed in the morning and he has crazy bedhead. I’ve been combing it to the side, a la 
Donald Trump. Dayven is convinced it is bad luck to cut it before he is a year old and won’t let me anywhere near him with the scissors. In the meantime, I’ll just keep tucking it behind his ears…until it is long enough to braid.
