Well, we've gone and done it. We chopped off those gorgeous locks... and the youthful innocence apparently tied to them.Days before Daniel's 2nd birthday, the haircut either triggered or coincided with some serious attitude shifts in our little angel! Hello "time outs" and attitude!
Maybe this haircut has been the hardest on me for that reason... it seems to represent the passing of the baby era, even though he's been a toddler for quite a while. His sweet long locks masked the devilishly mischevious side that was lurking in the background.
We took him to the kid's salon where he can sit in giant cars (this time, a plane), watch movies and eat candy while his hair is cut. It's not quite enough to make Daniel a haircut fan, per say, but it is enough to make him tolerate the discomfort of being sprayed down with water and poked with scissors.
This was his first experience with the "buzz buzz" clippers and it didn't go well. Good thing there were three adults and only one of him.
He looks so handsome... so grown-up. But if I could, I would glue that hair back on his head. I miss my baby.
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