Noah’s hair is a popular subject of conversation these days. Since he was a little tiny baby I’ve hesitated to cut his hair many times. It’s actually become like his trademark, and every time I think I’m ready to trim off those adorable dark curls I soon feel sick to my stomach that I won’t recognize him anymore if I go through with it. It’s interesting having a boy with longer hair, either people stop me on the street to gush over his locks or they try to convince me to buzz it off and make him look manly. They love it or they hate it, there’s no half way it seems.

So I’m at the crossroads of deciding whether to give up his baby days and pull out the shears or hang tight for a bit longer and enjoy the babyhood of Noah a bit longer. I guarantee if the scissors break out I’ll be in tears so it would only be in a moment of feeling strong that I break down.

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