Cortney has been telling me for about a year that Charlie needed a haircut. I brushed it off until he made me a deal that he wouldn’t insist on a haircut if I agree that one will need to happen around Charlie’s second birthday (Eddie’s haircut was when he was two. Granted he was bald until he was almost one, but still).
Yesterday (Monday) was haircut day.
I have been thinking about it way WAY more than I should.
It’s just hair after all, right?
Before I was a mom I just didn’t get what the fuss was about baby’s first haircut. It’s JUST HAIR.
I regretfully take back all my know-it-all-ness.
And give you Charlie’s Hairy Timeline….
I am…not Ok yet.
But I will be.
For whatever reason the first haircut is the hardest.
I already told Cortney if there is a hint of curl after we wash it, you know I won’t be getting it cut for another six months…at least. Because I already miss burying my nose in those soft curls.
Especially because his hair smelled like cheese tonight after dinner.