The day has come for this shaggy-haired boy's first haircut. I don't think my trims at 4 an 6 months with the kitchen scissors count. This is a huge milestone in mommyhood. Watching those first snippets of hair fall into the hands of the stylist to save for decades to come made me feel very sentimental. This sweet little guy is our last. Our last first haircut is a thing that I didn't think would get to me. I didn't feel this way with the others, but as my mom says, "everything with the last is more traumatic." I guess mother does know best!
Wow! What a difference! What is he? 3?! He looks so old! We are getting used to it. We love it. It makes everything cuter than can be. I don't know how that is possible, but gosh darn it, it does! Caleb didn't flinch. He was as curious as could be, but, with cracker in hand, he took the first haircut like a champ.
Of course, I couldn't stop staring at him all day yesterday. I broke out the camera, and we had some fun. This smiling guy seems to love his new hair style just as much as we do!
Keep on smiling and shining with those baby blues, lil guy. The world loves you just as much as us, and we can't wait to celebrate the BIG ONE with you on Sunday! You are one of reasons why we smile. Thank you for being you...
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