I don't know why I have such a hard time cutting my little boys' hair (is that the proper use of an apostrophe?). Dax doesn't get it either. It kills me everytime, and I put off that first haircut way too long. See here. There's just something about that baby hair that keeps them a baby just a little longer in a mom's heart. I just want to hang on for dear life. Apparently, dad's do not.
His hair was in his eyes, and he'd been called a girl just one too many times. It had to go...
Van didn't cry a bit. I, on the other hand, cried like a baby...
I don't care if I sound cheesy, your new hair cut makes you big, and I'll cry if I want to, even if you are the cutest dang thing I've ever met.
4 comments:
Aww simply precious! The pic in the chair is absolutely adorable. I'm with Dax, I always want the haircut. However, I do understand wanting to hang on to the "baby". He is a big boy now and melting hearts! (at least he still has his bottle.)
duh...can't seem to spell right!
I was almost sniffing a bit myself here. Ask your mom how long it took her to cut Phils curls off!
He is still a darling baby...
Well put!
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