Wyatt had the cutest little white curls on his head—for about five minutes a day. By the time he ran a few laps in the house, it poofed out and got scraggly. Justin and I were determined to wait until he was two and his hair filled in a little, but we finally broke down and took him for his first hair cut two weeks ago. Here are the last shots of his ringlets:
He did a great job for Mrs. Stephanie! I think it might be because we blow dry his hair at night and he’s used to the whirring of the dryer and us brushing it.
He looks like a boy now and not a baby!
Later that weekend, we had supper at Amanda’s for her birthday. I swear I never know how old she is. I keep telling her she will forever be 33 to me, which she seems quite happy about!