What a sad day December 19, 2008 was for me. Finley's first official haircut. In my mind, Finley instantly went from being a baby to a little boy. One minute he had the sweet curls that had been growing for the last 15 months and the next they were lying on the floor waiting to be swept up. If I thought no one was watching I would have crawled on the floor to pick up every last strand of hair. As it was, we were blessed to get a really kind and patient hair dresser who worked really well with Finley. She even gave us a few lockets of his hair to put in a special "Baby's first haircut" card that she filled out and signed.
Finley waiting to be called back for his haircut.
He has no clue that in 10 minutes he will no longer look like my baby boy. Why is Matthew smiling when such a tragedy is about to take place?
The damage. That's a lot of hair for such a little boy!
The result.
He sat so still and was very obedient.
They let him sit on Matthew's lap. Why is Matthew still smiling when I was almost in tears?
Oh the sweet curls.
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