I was all up for Jonathan having his first haircut. In fact he probably didn't need it. It was one of those things I couldn't wait for him to do or have like crawling and walking and now that it's over and done with, well, I want his hair back.
I couldn't get him to the hair dresser fast enough. Another event to photograph then tweet, facebook, Instagram and so on... Look at my beautiful baby boy.
My baby boy is now a toddler boy. His first locks were cut away in seconds and they'd taken all his little life to grow. I remember being told at my 30 week scan... 'See all that fuzz around his head? that's hair" he was born with locks of ginger gold.
I've written this small post out because i'm feeling a bit sad, sad that every last bit of my baby boy is disappearing and he's growing faster than I ever imagined he would.
Has anyone else felt like this over the smallest of things?