I love Dominic's hair. Especially after a bath when it is extra soft and wispy. I didn't want to cut it despite people telling me to, but at 18 months old, it was time. Once he turned a year and a half, something changed. He was no longer my sweet little Dominic. He has now entered the terrible twos phase complete with temper tantrums, asserting his independence, and an insane amount of energy. The baby hair had to go...it just didn't fit his personality anymore.
The day after the wedding, Aunt Sommer cut it while the newly weds were opening their gifts. Dominic did great as long as he had his paci and could play with the water in the sink.
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