who's that boy?

Aren't his curls just delicious?? I love them. Adore them. He even plays with his own hair sometimes when he's laying down trying to go to sleep. Then I noticed.... all that hair is starting to bug him. He was trying really hard to swipe it out of his face [with no luck].

So after talking it over with Daddy, we decided to do what I said I wouldn't do, what I was refusing to do for the longest. It was time. If it bothered my boy, it was just that time...

So we took off to the kid friendly hair-cuttin' place here in town. I know, I know. His hair is divine! beautiful! soft! and... in his face... and in his snot... and in his food. So when his time came, he got to sit in the taxi...

But he was soooo not about to wear the cape. Nope. We put his hair in a pony tail so Mom could have her keepsake, naturally.

snip, snip

Now that the keepsake lock of hair is taken care of, it's time to get down to business...

Looking at his hair on the ground.... and, big brothers had to keep watch over baby too...

Almost done... a little tickle with the buzzers around the ears and we're done....

Ta-daaa!! Isn't he a handsome little BOY now? Perhaps now, he won't be called a she quite so often...

My widdle baby suddenly morphed into a big toddler.... ah well, he's still as adorable as ever!