Here he is. All big. Playing in the leaves and letting his long flowing baby locks wisp back and forth in the warm fall breeze(this fall it was warm). His hair was so long I could put it in pony tails. A friend asked if I wanted to let her french braid it. :) I wasn't ready to give my baby his first hair cut. They look five years older the minute the baby locks are gone. I kept saying that he needed one, and that I was going to do it, but could never bring myself to make that first snip. Not even to clean it up around his ears. But I caved. I thought it was looking a little Donald Trumpish for my liking. It would fall to one side, and when he was dressed in his Sunday best with a little tie all I could think when I looked at him was not "oh, what a cute little baby", but the thought of him pointing his little finger at me and saying "your FIRED!". So I cut. I now have a toddler and not a baby. He walks, and has three teeth, and can say "do" or sometimes it sounds like "da" when he see any furry four legged animal. He may be growing up, but he'll always be my baby. My swishy wishy fishy baby.
It's not the best cut a mother could give her son, but at least I didn't pay someone to give him a crappy first hair cut. The kid wouldn't sit still and is missing a chunk by his neck on the right side. But other that that, it doesn't look half bad.
All hims fine baby locks that I cut. All saved. I didn't let a piece fall on the floor. It is now safe in a zip lock baggie for me to "awww" at for years to come.
It's not the best cut a mother could give her son, but at least I didn't pay someone to give him a crappy first hair cut. The kid wouldn't sit still and is missing a chunk by his neck on the right side. But other that that, it doesn't look half bad.
