The dawn of Tuesday brought first haircut day. Critter chronicled it for us. Here's a look.
I know you are up to something...
This is what most of the pictures my Mom takes look like- can't you just hear her in the background saying, "Look up, No! Hold Still, Look up!" over and over again in a continuous loop?
These are my infamous curls, freshly brushed and wackadoo.
Pure. Torture.
I will get even for this, Mummo.
Yes my first sucker is good, but leave me alone I am plotting revenge. You just WAIT for the next diaper change, Chickee!!
Afterward at Grandma & Grandpa's. Grandma fed me so it's all good now.
2 comments:
He is so adorable!!
Oh my! What a change! However, that adorable boy is still totally up front and center! Gorgeous!
We were so green with our first son that we didn't cut his hair forever! He was born with a ton of hair to start with, so seriously, we were pushing the need for a haircut by six months, but we were so clueless and carefree that we were this close to turning him into a shaggy little mutt. It got to the point where, had we left him alone with my mom, she was going to take scissors to him if we didn't do it first. She's the only reason we caved. Or learned. I'm still not sure which!
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