...of the first haircut

We have not cut Abram's hair, ever. It didn't really start growing until he was 6 months old and it's been pretty constant since then. We haven't even thought of giving him a haircut until today when we got him up from his nap and he had this:

A duck tail. I mean, it's pretty cute, I think. But then I noticed that the sides are going over his ears and the front looks a little shaggy.

If it always went nicely to the side on it's own, it would be one thing. But straight down causes some issues.

Some of you may have seen these pictures of Quinn and I from when we were about 2 or 3.

Sorry, they are pictures of pictures in frames. I'm too lazy to get them out and take good pictures or scan them. You can deal. So, obviously, Abram got my hair: Seemingly straight until it grows onto the neck, where it curls in weird directions. Quinn's hair was a mess of white curls when he was little and because it grew away from his face (kind of) his mom didn't want to cut it. I think his first haircut was when he was three. That's not going to work for our bug, so we'll be contemplating that first haircut milestone in the near future. Maybe Selah will get her daddy's hair :)

Also, here are some pictures from our short, but successful trip to Fredericksburg this weekend.

They don't do new decorations there, apparently.

Even though it was a night/day away from Abram, we couldn't stop ourselves from saying things to each other like, "Now point at it the way that Abram would point at it!" Ah, parents.
So this is what we ended up with:

Some shots around the town:

My very adorable husband.

I walked more than I have walked in the last 20 weeks combined. That's an exaggeration, but it was a lot of walking. We got a good amount of our Christmas shopping done, but still have some left for this week. We've definitely put some stuff off and are now sort of scrambling. It will get done, I'm sure.

So on this fine Sunday, I am blogging and Quinn is on a walk with Abram in "the woods" near our house. I'm hoping my child isn't getting hit in the face with branches. He is now able to wear this longhorn hat that I made (for no child in particular) over a year ago. It's high time this kid had something burnt orange in his wardrobe, right?

Have a restful Sunday!

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