The week before Charlie's first birthday, three people asked me how old my daughter was. Yikes. I resisted the first hair cut with all of my might. Something about a baby growing up, I think. However, he was also having trouble seeing, so I decided to trim up his bangs a little bit before his birthday. Ha. Disaster. He was so wiggly that the bangs ended up in a triangle shape, which led us to the kids hair-cuttery the next day. He looked so old after it was over, and I hated it. It's grown out and grown on me now, but here's a clip of the first clip (haha) for posterity...
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