As much as I loved, loved, loved his hair, it was time to cut it.
We almost made it to 12 months, but I couldn't take it any longer.
Between his teething necklace, good looks, and penchant for going through our hot weather in nothing but a diaper... I was getting a lot of comments about how cute my "daughter" was.
So, August 6th, we called my Aunt Vicky who is a hairdresser AND lives a couple miles from me.
On top of that her salon is in her house.
She always has RJs' cousins there.
It's perfect!
So off we went.
Now he looks like a little boy :(
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