Well the big day came for our Baby Brother. The first haircut. It seems so strange to me how quickly this day came for him. Jman was almost a year older before he needed one. It gives me some hope that possibly this chubby little boy will be blessed with my hair, rather than the receding hairline of his daddy. I have amazing hair. Its thick, its curly, when I actually do it, it can be really pretty. I think I will have my feelings hurt a little bit if one of our little ones doesn't have good hair.
So we made our way to my friends shop, and we had Jman get his hair cut first. He was a champ. Secretly, I am pretty sure he has a crush on my friend McCall so he will do pretty much anything she says. But we wanted the baby to get a glimpse of what was coming...he was so unsure...and oh man was it good thing that Daddy was able to come over for the big event. Because there is no way he would have sat on that chair for long enough for me to catch a few shots...and then you would not be able to have a good chuckle at this...
{and yes I am a baby mind reader, so I will tell you exactly what he is thinking with each frame}
You want to do what?
Just a glimpse of the "bullet" {that means baby mullet}
Seriously people, I don't know if this is a good idea.
Yep! I was right...
Okay, seriously, I mean it.
Get this thing away from!
NOW! NOW! NOW!
After all I have done to make you happy, and this is how you treat me.
I love you baby boy. You are so handsome! It makes me so happy that you look so much like your daddy.
