In the minutes before our boy was born, my husband and I wondered aloud what he would look like. We made guesses about his length and weight, and we wondered whether he'd have hair. Daddy's guess was closer on weight, mine was closer on height, but we were both right about hair: dark brown just like big sister's, though not nearly as much.
Then he lost pretty much all of it and was bald for most of his first year. I don't ever remember him being bald, but pictures tell a different story:
Peanut's hair made up for lost time in recent months, and it's been looking a little...shaggy. It curls in the humidity in a way I can only wish mine would, and I've run my fingers through those sweet and wild baby curls as often as he'll allow it.
But it was getting a little crazy, and big sister was due for a back-to-preschool trim...and after a rainy morning cancelled our splash park plans, first haircut day came a little earlier than I'd planned.
Not everyone was fully on board. One last picture of Peanut's wild swirly baby fluff and then it was off to the chair!
I won't lie: my sweet boy sobbed when he sat down in that chair, but he stopped as soon as mama could pull up a Barney video. I don't love Barney, but I really hate baby tears, so thank you, purple dinosaur. Before we knew it, his haircut was over: behold the newly coiffed big boy.
Now which way to the ice cream?