Well, it's finally done...my beautiful baby hair was cut. I sat on Mommy's lap and Daddy took pictures. Mommy and me both got to wear capes. I didn't cry and I didn't fidget too much either. Terry, who cut may hair, kept asking Mommy if I was always this good--that should get me an extra bottle, I would think. (Oh, and just for the record, I liked my hair long too!)
