I Lost

For the past few weeks whenever Hudson and I went out, I kept getting a lot of "oh, look at those curls!! She is so cute!" She? "She" who is wearing the shirt with the fire trucks and transformer shoes? Is that the "she" you're referring to? People. Hmph. But then, when Hudson starting waking up from his nap looking like this...

....it could be avoided no longer. I finally broke. It was time for my "girl" to get HIS first haircut. We walked across the street to our lovely neighbor who has been entrusted with the rest of the Brammer hair. That's right. Oh, oh. We have a hair stylist in our neighborhood. In our neighborhood. In our neigh-bor-hood! Ah, Sesame Street. I use you more everyday than anything I learned in high school.

I don't know who was more nervous, me or Jeb. I was worried that after this cut Hudson would lose all his curls. So, I told Jeb that if that happened we were going to continue to have children until I got another little curly haired baby. That's when Jeb started to panic. Hudson was just fine with all of it. The scissors made him a little nervous at first, but only for a second. He sat still and watched all the happenings in the mirror.

The curls remained, and even became curlier with some of the weight off. Thank goodness. I don't know how many more kids I could have handled until those ringlets resurfaced.