Disregarding tradition, my baby B had his first haircut yesterday, a week before he officially turns 1 year old.
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Getting ready for his haircut. |
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What will happen to me? |
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"Excuse me, but what are you going to do to me?" |
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The barber had an easy time. B was so well-behaved! |
Call it overacting but I really felt emotional about it. It was like I was saying goodbye to his "babyhood". Unlike my experience with my two daughters whose hair I just trimmed myself, the change B's first haircut brought was so drastic.
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B with his new look! |
All of a sudden, I now have a little man!
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