Born with so little hair… dark peach-fuzz that all fell out.
So desperately bald… no hair on this child what-so-ever.
And then, a miracle! Some hair starts to grow… fluffy, but surely there!
That hazy glow surrounding his grumpy countenance is truly hair. Real, honest to goodness hair.
There it is! You can really see it! HAIR!
In all it’s fuzzy goodness, Ronan has hair on his head.
But my, how quickly it grows… and takes on a life of its own.
OUT OF CONTROL
“I gots hair on top, guys.”
Seriously? When did all THIS show up?!
And there it is… in all its glory. The baby mullet.
But the curls, you guys. THE CURLS.
How can I ever cut it? I am so torn. I go back and forth DAILY over whether or not it’s finally time. Sometimes I feel like the only mom of a boy this age who HASN’T given him a haircut yet.
Brock and I both lean towards letting it grow. What’s the hurry? Once we cut it… it’s gone.
What should we do? Cut or no cut?