Well, it was becoming apparent that our little heir’s hair was getting out of control. On Sunday, James and I got one too many “Oh she’s so cute” comments.
I love his hair, but mostly am thankful he finally has hair. I also love his ringlets. They’ve just gotten a little out of hand. But I was just so sad thinking about cutting it.
I’ll never forget, a long time ago I was watching John and Kate Plus 8, and John (this was way before he got his ears pierced and rode around in that girl’s car and then became a tool box) said that it’s always sad when kids get their first hair cut because it’s the “hair they were born with”. Does that make sense?
He didn’t like that. We thought about giving him dreads, but I don’t know how.
We finally decided to give him a LITTLE trim. I was worried if we took him somewhere, they would take too much off. I didn’t want it to look like he’d just gotten a haircut. More like, he just looks a little more polished than he did yesterday. Like he doesn’t have food stuck in his hair. So we plopped him on my lap and I set to taming his long, lush tresses.
I think it looks great though.