Clip, clip, cut, cut.

The time has come for little Tucker to get his first haircut.  Little Bear was starting to look a little rough around the edges so I figured now was a good a time as ever.  I scheduled both of the boys to get a haircut on Monday. As the hour grew closer, I started getting butterflies in my stomach.  I don't know what my problem was but I just hated to see his hair get clipped.

 
Tucker first, he sat so still in my lap. Pam came close and then SNIP!  For a moment I thought my heart had stopped, there was no turning back now. I watched as each little piece of his baby hair fell into the envelope for this sentimental momma to keep.




I am so proud of him, he sat so still and we had no problems at all. He looks like such a little man. His hair is thicker, and it does look cute but I'm still a little torn. Odd thing is, by 13 months old with Carter he had already had 3 haircuts. Funny how you change.



So what do you think of Mr. Tucker with his new cut?