Judah's makeover.

Previously:









Post-mullet:


(Excuse the shirtless, guitar-playing daddy.)


I was one of those teenagers that just knew I was going to be such a better/wiser/cooler parent than those parents whose children screamed in stores, who never ate their food, and who had terrible hair because their parents were too sappy and sentimental to accept that their kid needed a HAIRCUT.

And then I became a mom.

And to be honest, sometimes I really miss the mullet.