Fleeting baby days

Over the weekend, we decided to go ahead and bite the bullet.  Jeb’s luxurious locks were in desperate need of a trim (his first real haircut).  The poor guy had no clue what was going on.  We strapped him in his highchair and proceeded to trimming with the help of clippers and the longest guard we had.  I won’t lie.  Tears were shed.  Both mine and his daddy’s.  Our little boy no longer resembled Sunshine from Remember the Titans.  And apparently his light brown locks were hiding his really blonde roots.








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