I never had a hair cut since I was born. When it grew long, the hair at the back started to curl. Mama and Popo loved my long hair. When Xiangtan Aiji asked Mama to give me a haircut, Mama hesitated because she did not want me to lose my beautiful curly hair. But since most people say giving a baby haircut can make his/her hair grow better, Mama felt it is something that she has to do. After several postponements, she finally decided to do it early this month before the weather gets cold.
Everybody needs a change from time to time. I guess that I can accept that. Sometimes, I would also like to point out things that need to be changed in the house as well.
Nothing here is right, change this and this and that now!
Mama's plan got postponed again when Baba’s long time friend Andy and his girl friend Jaime visited Boston early this month. On the day before they left, we ate and sang along with the piano at Jocob Wirth, one of the restaurant on Baba’s favorite list. I let them drank as much beer as they wanted in the restaurant.
When Mama’s friend, Amanda came to play tennis with Mom, I still had my beautiful long hair. Amanda’s backpack is a mini version of Mama’s tennis backpack. They are all from Adidas and they are in pink and black. They do not look to have a huge size difference in this picture, but they are in reality, just like Mama and me.
When I played on the kitchen counter here, I still had my beautiful long hair. Can you make your mouth this round? I can even make it when my eyes are closed.
A haunted red hoodie? No, it is me! I like Baba’s red hoodie. It is a little big to me right now, but I will fit in it soon.
Oh, I supposed to show my haircut. OK, here I am. Do you want to know how it happened? This is what happened: First, I was given delicious waffles in the morning.
I give these Waffles four UMMs!
Then, Mama put my favorite Music DVD on, and Baba used trimmer to move my hair off before I even noticed.
I like my short hair. Or, in another words, I really do not care too much about my hair. I care more about practicing my cute,
eating strawberries that Baba planted last fall,
climbing down stairs,
running around,
pushing my excellent new red stroller around,
watching the world outside,
cleaning the deck
and playing together with Mama.
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