There is something about his hair that makes me want to scoop him up and eat him for breakfast. That perfect haystack-blonde color…the little curls around his ears…the old-man hairline…the waves that show up any time it's humid outside (practically every day). As I was pushing him in the stroller yesterday I was admiring his sweet, beautiful head and decided I needed to capture it. I want to remember how it looked.
Sidenote: His brothers both had the exact same color of hair and same curls at this age…but there's grew more at the neckline. So they had haircuts at 15 months. His grow more on top, so he probably won't see his first haircut until he's two.

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