We finally did it. We had the man-cub's hair cut. Though I loved his wild hair, it had gotten a bit unruly, even for me. He'd started shoving it out of his eyes during gymnastics class and it couldn't decide if it was curly or straight.
We weren't ready for the close cut yet, so it's still a bit unruly but much neater looking than before. I'm pleased with it, and he seems to be, too.
The Evolution
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He had a full head of soft, black baby hair at birth.
(That's Maunt Becca holding him.) |
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| At his first birthday party. |
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| At his second birthday party. |
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| Just before the haircut. He was nervous. |
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| After. |
We saved the curls for his keep box. I kind of hate that it probably won't go in a ponytail anymore so that he can sport the West Coast surfer look with his sweat pants and flip flops, but it was time.
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