Lola tried to do a barber's cut on my hair but it ended up shaggy so mommy had to bring me in for a haircut. She was so proud of me as I sat still while the razor went through my head. (Not anywhere near how I reacted the first time I had my haircut where I cried and struggled so mommy had to carry me instead.) I guess I'm really a big boy now. Labels: milestones, wento |
