The first haircut. THE first haircut. The. First. HAIRCUT.
It's a simultaneously sad and jubilant time. So long to the fine, curly baby locks. Hello, coarse, thick big boy hair. Speaking from experience, I know time starts to move even faster now. It becomes a world of one accomplishment after another, milestones flying by - and now, with two on my hands, even less time to document and enjoy the last remnants of babyhood.
The Despot turns ONE today. I know, you're all probably thinking "Lady, calm down already. It's only a year. He's still a baby!" NO. YOU ARE WRONG. Why do people even have kids? The heartbreak of them outgrowing babyhood is enough to make me call up the doc and request that ye olde tubes done git tied. (Oh yes, I just did that. Olde English and Redneck. What a beautifully imperfect union.)
So, anyway, a bit of coherent summary for you: we did this with Fruit Loop, and it's been my intention since to do the same with any future offspring, and that is to reserve the first haircut for their first birthday. Just because. A bit of a "graduation," definitely time for it, and the overall appeal of an official milestone + commemorative event combo.
A lady asked the other day - for token confirmation of a conclusion she had already reached in her head, such was her tone of voice - "A girl, right?"
I'd say it's about time for us to work on that tradition.
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