You better get yourself a haircut or a dog tag!

I've been psyching myself up for weeks. Every morning when I combed his shagginess I would think to myself - Seriously, he needs a haircut. Food gets stuck in it, it bothers his neck, and God forbid people think he's a girl. I would even periodically say it aloud - for emphasis. I am certain Jeff thought I would chicken out for at least another 6 months. But I gathered my confidence, my composure, and my clippers - and I jumped.

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I don't think I realized what a mop he had until it was gone. And I'm pretty sure he aged about 6 months in the five minutes it took to shear him. He looks so OLD. But handsome. Such a little guy. 

The whole thing went miraculously well. We were bracing ourselves for wailing and gnashing of teeth - but - nothing. Colt sat mostly still and didn't really make a sound - he was concentrating pretty hard on what I was doing. I had prepared myself for the probability that I would get halfway through his haircut and be forced to stop for one of various nightmarish reasons - and I would have to send him to daycare on Monday with jagged, half-cut hair that looked like a pig chewed it off. But instead, we pushed on through - cutting off his little blonde wisps - and before I knew it, there sat a little boy where my baby had just been. I'm probably being dramatic. It's not that drastic. But he just looks - different. 

Comments

[Nancy Bunch]

You are not being dramatic--the first haircut is a particularly traumatic parental experience. It's shocking how much they grow up in 20 minutes.

[Mom]

Are the bruises on his forehead from "before" or "during" the haircut? He looks adorable -- oops -- handsome!

[Lori S]

I love this kid!