Over the weekend I took one of the hardest steps a mama has to take: cutting the curls off my baby boy's head. Problem is, he's a big two-year-old man now. Plus going into fall, there's not enough humidity to keep it curly.
We knew the Florida humidity would keep it curly.
But after coming home, he looked like he belonged in "The Monkeys."
And the "After" shot. Any trace of curls is the result of my scrunching and scrunching. They're really not there. But maybe with a bit of gel...
I'm still getting used to it. Caleb didn't realize what we were doing and was rather upset with us we he came up from the basement. I guess no one wants our '"Bub" to grow up!