There comes a time in every boy’s life where he has to stop being told how “pretty she is.” This time has now officially come for Benjamin. We have a big party to attend this week-end, and if one more person tells me how pretty my little girl is, I might be forced to say something that some might construe as “impolite.”
I hate the first haircut. This is where the baby turns into an actual little boy who is now ready for Tonka trucks and swords. I know one day I’ll look back upon these moments with fondness, but not today. Today I’m just sad because I don’t know if my little boy’s curls are ever coming back.