It used to stand on end. It drew comments from almost EVERYONE who’d pass us. It was his trademark.
Sebastian’s hair.
Alas, his baby duck down has grown and grown and grown. What was once a giddy porcupine became a floppy mop. And finally, it just fell. It fell into his eyes.
So, Superbowl Sunday we got down to business. I got some shiny new shears and Dada wrangled the little monkey onto his lap for the symbolic first haircut.
Pre-chopchop:
Post-chopchop:
There’s no doubt that he is a full fledged toddler now.
And, in case you’re wondering, Nicholas is still holding fast to his hair. I think he’s got several more weeks before the big chop, chop.
and Sebastian… “Nope, it wasn’t at all; Papa was protecting me from Maman’s strange armament and… tickling fuzz was coming down all over me” 
