We had to wait until we got back from Michigan so that everyone there could see his curly hair, but then the day came that it need to be extricated. Grandma said to just trim the top, grandpa said to shave him bald; however I did not want a child w/ a curly mullet, nor a skin head. So the clothes were stripped and daddy started to do the cutting. A little here a little there.
But Gabriel was not having it; just a wiggling as much and probably more than a wiggler ever wiggled. Mommy said "Let me see the scissors for a minute and before we knew it we had a concentration camp baby. So gone were the curls and free was this baby to go and do anything w/ out that stinky ol' hair holdin' him back.
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I bet at this point it's the perfect length. It looks like he did pretty good through the cut. It must not have been too traumatic.
He is such a cute kid! (this is britnae by the way from 8th ward and marriage class)
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