Have you ever gotten a bad haircut?
One so bad you wish you could wear a hat every time you left the house? I have. When I was 21, a cost-conscious college student, I went to a chain salon and asked for a layered bob. I left with a 80s hockey-player haircut. Not quite a mullet, but definitely NOT what I had in mind.
So what does a bad haircut have to do with this post? Unfortunately Ari got a bad haircut right before our scheduled session in March. We rescheduled his session to let his hair grow out, and I waited patiently for two whole months to meet this adorable ball of fluff and his fun mama. Dood's gotta look good, am I right?