so. last night was bittersweet for me. it was the start of something new. and what is that you may ask? Man got his first haircut... =(
I cried like a baby, but I guess sometimes daddy's know best. I made sure to take a lot of pictures of him leading up to it so I could remember his sweet lil face with the head full of curls. Now he really does look like my "lil man" and it makes me a little sad. i'm sad to say there will be no more dread styles or boys styles for a long long time.
he keeps rubbin his head like what the heck happened?! but he seems okay so far. he brushed his hair this morning like his daddy showed him. it was a special and sweet bonding moment for them so i can't be too upset about it. a rebirth in appereance for my husband and for my son. mother's and daughters do big chops together all the time, so why not daddys and sons too? lol i have never seen him sit so still, EVER. i actually thought he'd be scared of the clippers but he wasn't. makes me feel just a tad better that it wasn't a traumatizing experience for him.