Baby's 1st Haircut: An Open Letter

My name is B.

I'm the one to the left. The 20-month old boy. I'm taking over my cousin's hair blog for the day. After all, I have a hair story too. A few days ago, I took a trip to see Santa for the first time. Sitting on his lap wasn't the easiest thing. I didn't even know that man like that. Anyway, big cuzzo B and I were both rockin' curls. Her locs were rockin' and my fro was....I don't know. I was cute though. Then comes the idea of me getting my first hair cut. A BIG CHOP? I wasn't feelin' that idea at all.



It's written all over my face, right?


But, the hair cut turned out to be okay! Man, I look good!


Am I not huggable or what?

Oh yeahhh.....check out big cuzzo B and I gettin' our model looks on.


What the...did she HAVE to go there? She's the weird one in the family. And I'm the cute one. I'll talk to you guys later. There's a bowl of water with rubber duckies in it calling my name.

Bye bye,
Baby B