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too cute to choose just one

 

Not the best quality…

 

 

but…

 

 

Note the almost long enough to put in a pony tail mop on his head.

 

 

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Also…the mouse in his pocket.  Too cute.  A Miss. May May Christmas gift from If You Give a Mouse a Cookie.  Trevy’s fave book! 

 

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That was moppy headed Trevy this morning.  Looking all ragamuffin.

 

 

This is deliciously adorable Trevy now!

 

 

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  After a successful visit to Master Cuts in the mall.

 

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Because mommy can’t schedule a hair appointment to save her life.

 

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For my own self…never mind them!

 

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The girl who worked this magic was WONDERFUL with him!  SO patient.  And sweet.  Even with all the mad wiggling going on.  Picture Trevor frantically trying to wipe all the falling hair off as soon as it landed.  Not a fan of loose hair.  Or sitting still in general.  In love

 

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I probably should have chosen just one post hair cut picture.  But being sappy me…I couldn’t pick just one! 

 

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I mean, look at all that cuteness! 

 

 

Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas! 

 

 

…danielle

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Mrs. M said…
Cute big boy! So huggable!
Rhett is the WORST at hair cuts. I break out in a sweat after wrestling him down the whole town and should really provide ear plugs for the staff. Believe me they get a super tip!
December 27, 2011 at 5:00 PM
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