Baby's First Haircut!

By baby of course I mean a 3.5 year old who has never once had scissors near his hair. I loved those long, blonde, sometimes shaggy baby curls. It was one of the last baby things about him. Yes everybody called him a "beautiful girl," yes his hair bothered him most days, but I did not care I loved them!

But I knew it was time, it probably had been time a while ago. So when Aunt Rachael came down from NYC to take care of Blake and I while Daddy was away a few days we discussed cutting his hair. When it really came down to it I still was not ready and tried to back out, that however did not work with my husband and sister both insisting it was time.

I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed, like chest heaving sobs for the whole day. I would never play with those baby curls again and it hurt.

Now I feel much better, he is still gorgeous and loves his short hair. But for this pregnant mama it was a rough day!

 He actually did a lot better than I expected, he played on the phone and ate cookies.