Here's William after his haircut.
Please note the alligator tear by his eye that may still be there. 
People say that a picture says a thousand words,
but I think a tear can too.
Today was NOT the day I should have given him a haircut.
My entire day has just been "off". Not bad per say, just "off".
And poor little Liam has a fever and is trying to finish the rest of his teething.
I could no longer stand the hair in his eyes or the fact that I could do a cute ponytail in back if I really wanted too. In fact yesterday Isabelle suggested we put a bow in his hair and today Soungsik suggested the same thing. That was it, I had to at least do a little trim on him. Thats really all he got, but calling it "just a trim" does not give me the justice I deserve. Now I am not a hairstylist, nor have I ever claimed to be. Of course I have never been accused of it either, I would probably have to do something cute with my hair every once in a while for that to happen.
Anyways, back on track...I am pretty sure that cutting William's hair is akin to, I don't know shaving an angry cat. Which by the way I have done, and I know first hand is not easy. He was not thrilled at all with my idea, and refused to hold still for even a minute. Also just as a side note, hair sticks to tears really, really well. We survived it and I even forced him to get his fingernails trimmed afterwards. He really hated that idea too. I am not saying its the best haircut, heck I am not even saying its a good haircut, but we both survived and he is taking a recovery nap at this very moment.
I guess I could splurge 20 bucks on a haircut for him but that just seems crazy to me for his age. Also why would I pay someone to have that amazing bonding experience when I can do it all over again next time?
It helps ALOT to have a beautiful assistant who can dance around the chair and sing while holding the comb you need.
Magicians have the right idea!
