Yes, I am well aware that my little boy looks like a little girl.
I’m reminded every time we go out to eat and the server asks us what SHE wants, and where to put HER food. At Aria’s last basketball game I heard someone remark “There’s Aria’s little sister!” as he ran by.
I know it’s time, but it’s so hard actually putting the scissors to his hair. Well, yesterday I finally did it. I gave him food (I truly tried to avoid getting hair in it, the hair is so long I could just grab the clippings and throw them away) and turned on his favorite shows. I combed and combed while he got a bit mad and I contemplated if I was ready. Finally, I cut a huge hunk out of the back on purpose. No going back now!!!
I kept working despite his protests and got it all done. JC was not pleased.
After a nap and a bath, things seemed a little better. I’m still getting used to the new BOY look, but he sure is cute!