Remind me to purchase a real set of hair cutting shears, would ya? Good grief! Three pairs of scissors, Karl's beard trimmer, and a heaping mound of grapes later...voila! What a handsome boy emerged from under all those curls :)
Where oh where did my baby go??
It didn't hurt me as much as I thought it would...Perhaps now that a little girl has entered our horizons, I was able to let go of his hair in hopes of her (potential) bleach-blond curls--that won't have to be cut!!
Or maybe it was this picture on cover of the car seat manual that pushed me to indifference...curly little Henry with a bow--yikes.
Anywhoo, it's done! And that's that.
Hopefully his curls will be back right around the time his scar has healed :)
You are very brave! It took me almost three years to get up the courage to cut J and D's hair! Henry looks so handsome (as always)! Now Jack is going to be really made at me! ;) I did tell you the Potato Head story, didn't I? Maybe I'll just bring mine over to your house for haircuts next time! ;)
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