All the boys got haircuts yesterday. After collecting his curls for the keepsake book, I buzzed him, which was easiest given all the cowlicks he inherited from his Dad. We were surprised to discover that his hair only grew from the top and around the crown of his head. Baby hair is so weird!
I can’t decide if this makes him look older or younger. Definitely more rambunctious, though, since we can now see that bruise from when he intentionally face-planted in protest of something the other day.
Also? It’s hard to take his complaints seriously when he’s wearing his fuzzy, spiked dinosaur pajamas, which were his Christmas gift from Amanda. He was rarrrr’ing here because we wouldn’t let him play on the piano. Quiet hours, son.