as you could probably tell in the last photo i put up of bubba, he needed a haircut
bad
but like a good mother, i refused to cut his hair.
why, you ask?
because it was long enough that i could run my fingers through it
i didn't really have to do it, because well..it would do whatever it wanted to anyway, and it still looked cute (at least to me :))
but i have a persistent husband.
who said we NEEDED to cut bubba's hair.
fine. i gave in.
and i think i cried. as long pieces of hair fell from his head, and then as bubba saw them and tried to put them back on his head. he wiggled. a lot.
sam cut it, and although it looks ok, you could tell there was a little difficulty. and this is why i like to go somewhere to have it done.
it is shorter than i would like, by a long shot, but oh well.
hair grows back, right?
and yesterday, while he was playing around at my parents house, he got a little too rambunctious, and fell into a corner of a wall.
luckily it didn't split his head open, but i think if he had hit it any harder it would have.
he now has a line of a bruise running down his forehead. luckily the bump is mostly gone, and he doesn't act like it is bothering him.
so he wanted more pictures done today. how can i turn him down? here are a couple...
see....still cute. :)
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