It was bound to happen….
Still you never can feel quite prepared for it. Today, Leif finally won the argument and I agreed to have Beckett’s first haircut. Having been through it two times before, I know how altering it is on a little baby. One minute, you have a cute, chubby cheeks, rolly-polly little guy, and the next – like magic - you have a near full blown big guy on your hands. And this time was no different. How a few little snips of that baby fine corn silk type hair can change their entire look is beyond me.
After photo – looking very serious and old!
But the hairdresser gave me hope as I nearly wept when she cut off his cute little curls in the back…. she thinks that’s not the last we see of curls on his head. Is it possible? Oh how I hope!