A few weeks ago now, I gave in. I finally decided the cute curls on our little babe were looking more like tufts or wings. Shawn had been wanting to give him a haircut about 6 months ago, but I protested. And officially banned him from going anywhere near the little babe with clippers of scissors. The
first haircut for our little man was a bit traumatic for me--just too big of a change. So I didn't want to repeat that.
I personally love the curly soft baby hair. It seems to me that not a lot of babies keep this look for very long anymore. For some reason, the curly soft baby hair look makes me think of a baby from the 40's or 50's--sort of nostalgic. And I like it.
But I realized it was time. And it may have helped that the little miss brought home a picture of her family she had drawn at school. The little babe character had "wings" above his ears. So yeah, if his big sister considered his "wings" his defining characteristic, then it was definitely time for a haircut.
I chose the bathtub for our inaugural trim. I'm not really sure how much it helped, but I'm sure it would have been more difficult if I had just sat him in a chair.
