I have had a hard time letting go of Judah’s curls. A *really* hard time. I guess I had a hard time cutting the boys hair too- they didn’t get a cut until the day before Judah was born. Kind of the final nod to the fact that they were, in fact, growing up and no longer my babies.
Well, Judah will be 2 in less than a month and since we were in Kansas City and my sister is the fabulous stylist that she is, and because it just seems fitting that she gets their first haircuts instead of some random person at the kids salon, I took a deep breath and let go of the curls.
Well, a few of them. I think she might have gotten an inch or so off the back. Of course I kept a few locks. I may not have a formal baby book with any actual writing in it, but you will find all sorts of keepsakes like that peppered throughout the house in little boxes.
Here are some pics from the main event- quite blurry, not sure what the settings were as I was not manning the camera but instead trying to keep Judah still. He did a great job sitting, especially after she put the cape on him. He took it all very seriously!
Doesn’t he look thrilled! I’m glad it’s done. I’m happy with the results. I’m hoping his hair stays curly (we have plenty of curls in this family so I would be surprised if none of my kids inherited them). But yeah…he’s getting older. Getting bigger. Growing up!