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Caleb's bangs were getting out of control - the poor boy could barely see. So, I cut them. I really wanted to wait until he was a year but in the end, Caleb's need to see outweighed my superstitious belief (not that I even know where the superstition comes from or what it means).

Here he is post hair cut.

Sometimes I think he looks like a little Dutch boy, or an 80s Canadian hockey player, or an 18th century composer. Too cute.