Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Ever since Jim started growing hair on his head, Noah's been just burning to shave it off. So, on Sunday, I let him, and you know what? It wasn't that bad.
Mr. Shaggy prepares to do battle with the clippers.
He did seriously need a haircut. Lately his hair has just refused to lay flat; it just floated around his head like a fluffy blond halo. The final straw was when the wino behind us in the grocery store line asked whether Jim was a boy or a girl and then informed us solemnly that he could use a haircut. "Yeah," says I. "I guess he could."
Forgive the state of the mirror. That's what happens when you let a toddler perch on the counter every night to brush his own teeth.
Jim did better than you might expect. He asks to have his head shaved every time Noah does his own, so he's already used to the clippers. We also gave him a jumbo bag of animal crackers to keep him focused on something besides wiggling about.
The first clip.
I did better than you might expect, too. Noah thought I was a bit of a baby, but seriously, there was minimal whimpering and no actual tears. Seriously, though, would somebody tell Noah that a kid's first haircut IS a big deal and it's totally not weird to be a little sad about cutting off the hair he was born with? Sometimes I swear that man has no soul.
Awww, look how tidy he looks now.
He thinks he looks pretty good, too. (and Noah snipped off that tuft on top right after this shot - out of regs, he said)
Stay tuned tomorrow for the post-haircut photoshoot. I'd post it now, but that's really just an excessive amount of pictures. Can't have you people getting spoiled, now.