When you were born, you came into this world with a lot more hair on your head than I expected, especially considering I was completely bald until I was 2.
Anyway, as you’ve grown, you lost your hair, then it came back dirty blonde and pin straight. It’s fine and wispy and there’s a whole lot of it. It kind of does it’s own thing, and we’ve always liked that about your hair. It’s a part of you. Sometimes it sticks straight up, sometimes it’s all over the place and sometimes it lays flat. Lately though, it’s been getting really knotty in the back. Also, when it’s windy out the way your hair blows makes you look like an older gentleman with a combover. Not exactly the look I want my 16 month old to rock.
Despite our best efforts at a trim here and there, daddy and I realized it was finally time to let someone else cut your sweet, wispy hair. So off we went to Snip Its!
Despite foolishly taking you during naptime, you managed to be in a pretty good mood. There was lots to see, and girls for you to flirt with. I was shocked when we put you in the chair and put a smock on you that you didn’t flip out (despite the dazed expression).
Then got completely and totally over the whole experience and began to bat the woman’s hands away. The hands that had scissors in them. I’m just glad you didn’t do that while she had clippers.
Not something I’m necessarily looking forward to do again anytime soon, but boy do you look handsome!