Here he is, folks: Number Four. (See on his shirt?) Brendan is thirteen months old, is walking all the time now, and likes to feed himself. And his hair kept sticking to his face at breakfast, poor guy. So Daddy (who hasn't seen the shears himself in many months now) decided to give him his first haircut.
He is such a sweet boy. After the initial nervous crying, he settled down and seemed almost to be enjoying the feeling of the clippers on the scalp. (He does like to have his head scratched.)
And when the deed was done, Rosalind noticed how much he looks like his big brother Tristan. (I'll see if I can dig up an old photo from the archives to show.)
Isn't he handsome?
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