Ashton got his haircut tonight. He cried and so did I. His new look makes him look less crazy haired baby and more like a clean cut boy. He sobbed and a puddle of drool and tears gathered on his drape. I feel happy and thrilled that he is my last baby. I love him and his infancy that has come to an end. I'm ok with enjoying all of his firsts and lasts, but that doesn't mean I am not going to cry through it all. I am a mommy after all and crying is what I do best. Watching my kids grow up is bitter sweet. I want them to grow, learn and prosper, but I still want to wash them in the sink with baby shampoo. I survived my last first haircut.
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