Snip, Snip

Well.

Who knew so many emotions could go into one little haircut?  

After a few months debating with myself, I decided it was time to snip Jude's little blonde curls.

Man, just typing that hurt a little bit.  

His little blonde baby fluff hair.  

Most of the time it drove me crazy--looked like cotton candy frizz after naps and in the mornings.

And if you factor in the time it took for me to get around to brushing it, that equals about 90% of the day.

But when every curl was spritzed and combed, I loved it.  

Those blonde curls were just such a part of Jude for the past year.  

But, hair grows back, and we (mostly me) needed a change!

So I took him in, and he had fun sitting in the high chair, and wearing his cape.  

He held still (sorta?), except for when the clippers tickled him. 

I like his new 'do, for sure.  His trendy new cut is soooo easy to style, which was the goal.  

But, now, he just looks so completely different.  

I can't get over his skinny little neck or his forehead or just how much bigger his eyes appear.  

He seems so much more grown up with this little boy hair.  

But in ways, I see more of his baby self now too--like when he drinks from a sippy cup, or when I lay him down to sleep.

Change is hard.  I love it, but I hate it that he looks so grown up.

For now--it's short.  Come summertime?  

Who knows--maybe those little blonde curls will make a comeback.