
Here is my baby. Sure his hair was a bit long but he didn't mind.

My argument was that we still weren't sure if it was going to be long or start being curly. He had these sweet baby curls all through the back. Rob however was threatening divorce if we didn't get his hair cut.

He never cried but often had this look of, "why are we doing this?" I assured him that it was all his Daddy's idea.

Here we are. All grown up and a big boy. Doesn't need his Mommy anymore. :(

No longer my baby!
The first haircut went just fine. It's true that it is harder on mom than it is on him. That seems to be the case in many things as we are growing up. I worry and worry about him and he handles it like a champ while I'm the one upset about it. When does this stop?
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