How I lost my curls: a toddler story
January 9th, 2010This 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.
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