My dear little McKay has a mullet. A whispy, curling, adorable mullet. I never thought I could love a mullet so much :) My other three boys received their first haircuts around a year old, but for some reason that loveable little mullet gets me every time I try to cut his hair.
The time is coming that the mullet is going to go. He has been mistaken for a girl on a regular basis (even when wearing ALL blue) and even Josh has said that it is time to say good by to his baby fine hair. I am struggling with it.
I am not sure exactly why I am struggling with is so much. Maybe it is because I know that the second I cut it he won't look as much like a baby anymore (maybe that is why I am secretly okay that he doesn't walk yet.) For his own sake I am going to get up the strength to cut his hair...soon...
My dear little McKay has a mullet. A whispy, curling, adorable mullet. I never thought I could love a mullet so much :) My other three boys received their first haircuts around a year old, but for some reason that loveable little mullet gets me every time I try to cut his hair.
The time is coming that the mullet is going to go. He has been mistaken for a girl on a regular basis (even when wearing ALL blue) and even Josh has said that it is time to say good by to his baby fine hair. I am struggling with it.
I am not sure exactly why I am struggling with is so much. Maybe it is because I know that the second I cut it he won't look as much like a baby anymore (maybe that is why I am secretly okay that he doesn't walk yet.) For his own sake I am going to get up the strength to cut his hair...soon...
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