It was a very sad day at our house this weekend. The time finally came to give Noah a big boy haircut. I was very sad about this. I love his little curls. They make him look like such a baby and I think that's why I liked them. I could always say he looks like such a cute baby, then I could live in denial that he will be 2 in the Spring. But, one too many people called him a girl and said "she's so cute." Plus, the curls were so long that they were always sticking together and just being yucky and poofy. When Aunt M said it was time for the curls to go, I decided maybe she was right.
So after breakfast on Saturday I got out the scissors to cut his hair. I brushed it all out and stood there and cried as I cut his hair. I cute about 3 inches off the back of it. It was sad, plus he freaked out. I think he realized what I was doing. But after it all, he's the most adorable little boy. But he will always be my Baby Noah even if his curls are all gone.
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