Yesterday, at just over two years old, Cullen got his first haircut. I pushed it off as long as possible. I didn’t want to cut those sweet little curls, but at this point, he basically had a mullet. His bangs were constantly in his eyes, and I couldn’t put it off any longer. I feel like this was the last step in turning him into a little boy. Having not had a haircut yet, it still felt like he was my little baby. Now he seems so grown up.
Cullen truly had the best time. He let the stylist shampoo his hair, was all smiles the whole time she was cutting his hair, and cheesed it up for a mid-cut mohawk. I think he would have stayed there all night if he could just keep playing in the car and flirting with the stylists.
For being so wonderful, he got to take home a balloon and some jelly beans. And I think he is pretty proud of his new look. I am pretty proud of this handsome little boy too!
