at sesame street live right after i dove off the stage onto the concrete (oh and mama dyed her hair red)!
fully dressing myself
It was time. I knew it, but she did not. I think mama was a bit traumatized to cut my hair because she loved my curls so much, but it was time. She used this phase of my not liking anything girly to her advantage. In the last few weeks several people have told me i look like a girl, which I did not like. But when they put a girl toy in my first ever happy meal, mama kinda thought it might be time to trim it back a little. Here is the video of the event.
oh and yes, I can dress myself now..here is a photojournal of my first time doing it head to toe (except the pictures loaded in reverse order).
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