While we were in Arizona I decided it was time for William to get a haircut. I was hesitant to cut off those sweet baby curls because he would lose the "babyish" look that I love so much. At the same time I was getting really sick of trying to tame the rat's nest that was the back of his hair. So, off to Great-Uncle Don's barber shop we went. Don (my father-in-law's brother) has given David almost every haircut of his life so I thought it was only fitting that he cut our son's hair too.
waiting his turn.
It seems like every mother has a horror story of getting their child's hair cut. Don told me that one of David's first haircuts was pretty traumatic when someone accidentally nipped his ear with the scissors, so when they brought him to Don to get his haircut David was very upset. I went into the barber shop prepared for a major melt-down. And this is what I got:
He sat perfectly still the whole time. In fact, I think he even liked the buzzer.
don't you love my antlers? totally unplanned.
Don gave William an orange sucker and he was in heaven. I was a really nice mommy and let him eat the whole thing. Taking it away would have brought the much anticipated super melt-down. The result was a very sticky shirt, sticky hands, sticky face, sticky hand prints on my jeans and orange drool for the rest of the day. A small price to pay for a really happy boy.
He does look older and more like a little boy than a baby but I'm okay with that because little boys are wonderfully sweet - especially mine.