I finally did it. I cut my boy’s hair.

My husband and mother have been threatening to do it themselves for at least a couple of weeks, but didn’t follow through (thank goodness).

I just needed to do it on my own time. He is my baby, after all.

This is what he looked like before:

Most of his long, dark brown hair had fallen out, leaving a straggly, old-man ‘do.

This is what he looks like now:

Blonde and so…grown-up! My Boo Boo is almost six months old, going on 6 years old! (I do realize he’s going to kill me when he’s 15 and reads this, but he is my Boo Boo. And I am his mother. And I will need something to show his girlfriends.)

And one last shot:

You can take the old-man hair out of the boy, but you can’t take the old-man pants.