It came. The day I was absolutely dreading. The day my BABY baby boy grew up. And it happened.
Andrew got his first haircut.
I didn’t want to do it. I fought it for weeks. I wanted to keep those cute little curls. I don’t know if any of you other mommas out there have a hard time with the first cut, but I do. It’s like a right of passage or something. It’s a big deal to me – maybe up there with kindergarten graduations, prom, etc.
And this kid came out with long, thick hair (and then lost it all and looked freakish for a while, but we’ll disregard that), and I wanted him to keep it.
I wanted it to be his trademark. His most priced asset. Kind of like Samson. Because we all know Andrew is big and strong like Samson. I mean, he’s a full foot shorter than Eli but he can lay on Eli and pin him to the ground – just by laying on him.
Anyway, here’s the before shot:
(And Eli was much more amused by the Kia Soul in the background than the fact that his brother was about to lose his baby-dom)
So after Mommy got herself together and wiped the tears from her eyes, we headed in.
And now here’s the after shot – drum roll please…….
Yup, eat your heart out, little ladies! A whole new level of cuteness just erupted!
Well, I’m off to go plan their graduations now since those boys are growing up so fast!