How I lost my curls: a toddler story
This is me, G. Although Mom sometimes calls me Farrah on account of my feathery locks.
After Dad relented, we ended up here.
I had no idea what was coming.
So we waited…
…and we waited…
…and we waited.
Waiting is hard.
REALLY hard!
I was SO out of there.
But luckily there were trains to play with.
Bye, bye baby curls!
I wasn’t too crazy over getting my head sprayed with that cold stuff.
Until I spotted the Aminal Cwackehs. Then life was good.
First snips
Gimme some crackers, and no-one gets hurt!
How do I look?
How about one more for the road?
And another for good behavior?
Bye, bye Farrah!
Hello, good lookin’!
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[As Mommy] I am SO proud of our little man. Hair spritz aside, he was awesome for his first hair-cut. Didn’t cry, didn’t twist and turn. At the end the hair-dresser even brought out the clippers and he didn’t even flinch!!! Of course those animal crackers are what kept him going.
He looks like such a big boy now.
SOOOO adorable! Hugs G!
He really does look so much older now! Amazing what a haircut can do. Go G!
yes he does!!!
Gasp! I can’t believe it, what a big boy! But I have to ask (because I’m torn about the same issue) do you miss the baby curls??
I miss the curls when they were freshly brushed, but they didn’t stay that way for long and soon afterward he just looked scruffy. Now, though, I see him so much more for the big boy that he has been. He does big boy things, and as sad as it is to close the chapter on “Baby G”, it’s good to acknowledge how much he’s grown.
It’s bitter-sweet. That’s all I’m saying!
It was wonderfull being there when he got his first haircut. Georgie was thrilled to be there too