My boy has become a man. Ok, ok, not really a “man” per se, but he’s growing up. Yesterday he went in for his first official haircut. Daddy cut his hair around Christmas of last year, but he barely had any hair then.
It was finally time. The hair in the back was starting to look mullet-like, and it was covering his ears more than it should. The sad part is that we knew it would be the end of his curls for now. Those curls! Not quite as defined as Mason’s yet, but they were on their way. If we truly let it go, he could have had some great curls! But it was time. He needed to experience his very first haircut.
Off to Cartoon Cuts we went. Jeremy took Mason to the toy store while Cooper and I waited our turn. (Another 2nd Child Syndrome effect – it’s not a huge family affair for the first haircut.) Cooper sat quietly in my lap the whole time. He did not get upset while she sprayed down his hair. He did not turn his head much. It definitely helped that there was a makeover party full of pre-teen girls right next to us that kept his attention. Since Jeremy wasn’t there to take a picture of the event, I asked the stylist to take a picture of Cooper and I. She told me to just put him in the chair by himself so I could take the picture. Well, that’s when the tears came. So sadly you can’t see the brave boy he was the entire time. You just get the tears. But you can see what a handsome little boy he is with his pristine haircut. I think I’ll need to start dressing him in J.Crew to match his haircut!