Friday, August 29, 2008
Look who got his first haircut ever! I know that some of you have been begging me to cut my UC Santa Cruz-banana slug lovin-infant flip flop wearin-hippy boys hair, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Hair cut means big boy and I am trying to cherish these last baby moments. I really almost cried when she was cutting it. I wasn’t going to cry because of the luscious curls that were about be chopped from his precious scalp, no I was going to cry because I was looking at the stylists hair. Surprise bloggerville, sometimes I can be a super bitch. This super nice lady that was cutting his hair had AWFUL hair and she smelled funny. I was kinda freaking out… Where is the nice, cute fashion forward stylist who normally cuts Jacks hair? I made the appointment with her. Oh well, is was too late and I didn’t want to be rude. Of course here I am blogging about it to the public but we are all friends here and you can keep a secret can’t you??
Anyways, it ended up all working out in the end because he looks great!