Its been obvious from past pictures of Jack that I don't know how to cut hair and I've been putting off the inevitable, but it could be put off no longer. Jack got his first REAL haircut today. It was harder than I thought it would be (no, I didn't cry). Right when the woman started cutting his hair I thought, "oh no, what did I do!" I loved that floppy hair that bounced when he ran. She kept cutting and when she was done I was suddenly looking at a Big Boy...all grown up. He looks so handsome, and now I don't have to be embarrassed when we show up at church with a little guy who is dressed for Sunday, but still has Saturday hair.
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