Kid curls: I could stare at these forever.

When my son’s hair looked like this I would seriously spend my whole 45 minute walk looking at the top of his head.  I couldn’t get enough.  And obviously I documented it.  I had a very real sense that this perfect doo wasn’t going to last forever– and like a starved dog or something– I ravenously lapped up every moment of their presence.  I used to think about how funny it was that I was literally staring at the back of his head the whole time– not even enjoying the scenery– but I couldn’t even stop myself.

I still can’t. Post.