Samson

The boys in our family finally got haircuts.
Well, for Kean, I should say, he got a real hair cut-- not my typical
hatchet job, trying to give him a trim while he squirms, lurches 
and fights me every second.

You'll notice, it took a village to hold him still and get it done.

Sara (who cuts his hair) has her own salon but does him 

in her home so we don't have to take him out.  She may look

familiar-- she's the mom of one of Kean's all-time favorite

nurses on the fourth floor (Joe).

She's the one who came up and cut his hair off a couple of years ago

when he was first so sick, in the hospital for over a month

and had matted hair on the back of his head.

We love Sara and as you can see, so does Kean.

Even though he hates getting his hair cut.

As a bonus, look what Kean surprised us all and

went and did all on his own this morning: