This was a tough one for mama! Daddy has been wanting to get my head buzzed for quite some time and still does. Mama told him if he did, then he might as well move out to Woodburn and live with Grandma and Grandpa.
Anyway, it all happened one warm afternoon on August 8th 2007. Daddy needed to get his 3-4 week haircut and thought it would be good to get Brayden's done at the same time. Believe it or not, mama went along with it. She didn't want to do it, but didn't really like the wirey (sp?) ratty look my hair so often had. So... she went along with it.
Dad sat in the chair and so did I. I sat there quietly looking at mama, but not too excited that this strange lady was talking to me. Then she decided to try and put the cloak around me. I tried to push it away, until mama pointed out that daddy had one on. I decided to go along with it. Then the lady began cutting. She cut off all of my curls and I noticed that mama had begun gasping for air. However, she stayed afloat for my sake. Then the stylist turned on the clippers and let me touch the base of it. When she realized I was okay, she clipped around my neck and ears. (I kept looking at mama and watching daddy to make sure this was alright.)
Afterwards, mama was pretty bummed, but daddy liked it. I think it grew on mama after all. She still thinks I'm pretty cute!
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