“Mama, I pit ewe fwowaz!” (Baby Dude speak for “I picked you flowers.”)
And then, as if on cue, he says “Cheese!”
He goes to give them to me, “Here, mama!”
But then kneels, holding onto his precious gifts for me a while longer.
That’s okay. I kept snapping the camera, as I watched his teeny hands playing with my dandelions. It became all too apparent to me, while I did, that he was in desperate need of a hair cut. See?
He must’ve sensed what I was thinking, because at that moment, he looked up, proving to me just how badly he needed a hair cut.
“Hey Dude, do you want a hair cut?”
The look on his face was all the answer I needed. Looks something along the lines of, you wanna do… WHAT!?!!
Oh gosh, my heart!! This is my new favorite picture. Not only because of that smile, but because it now immortalizes his hair the way it was “before” …
And for the “after” picture??
He’s still my baby with those dreamy eyes. He’s just got considerably less “party” goin’ on in the back end. Proof…
Much better, don’t you think? But still painful. My baby’s growing up. First haircuts are hard, man. But thank you for my flowers, Baby Dude.
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