Friday, February 25, 2011

Cutting the curls! boo hoo hoo

The time came and the pressure was insurmountable... was a love hate relationship. I LOVED how they looked. I HATED maintaining them, because it was a scream fest after every tubby...
...his curls were the cause of many conversations with strangers calling him a little girl... into the salon we went...
...with only a few outbursts of disapproval on his part, I'd say he did rather well. I, on the other hand, needed to fight back my tears. All of those locks being cut were the the curls he was born with. The last bit of his baby-ness are now gone.
Graham missed the entire occasion.

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