Henry’s First Easter

Get a load of the cuteness here. If you haven’t had your baby fix in a while, be prepared–you might find yourself begging to hold a strangers baby at the grocery store or something.

The first picture is of Henry and my Dad.

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Dollface

While looking through yesterday’s Easter pictures, I decided. It was time for the girl to get a hair cut.

See? A serious case of hairinthefaceitis.

She was very excited. So she put on her favorite dress.

Next, I steeled myself to cut that soft, golden hair without sniffling. She was braver.

Snip, sniff…snip…sniff…(actually, that’s only how it played out in my head. Unfortunately that is the only place that slow motion exists. In reality it was more like quick-snip-snip-in-the-three-golden-seconds-she-has-given-me-with-no-moving.)

I think she likes it…

So do I. Who is this little girl? Where did my baby go? All of a sudden she looks three years older. And darn cute.

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