First Haircut

So! Jack's hair. It was long. Very, very, very long. He was regularly mistaken for a girl. My parents would not SHUT UP about how he needed a hair cut. It was starting to get straggly. His bangs were in his eyes. It was time. So I decided I wanted the first hair cut to be a part of my big birthday celebration. Alex resisted at first, because he wanted the day to be about me, but I insisted since it was such a convenient time to get it done.

Of course, we took plenty of pictures before we left.
Self portrait of mother and child.

I think he looks so cute in this picture, even though the window is GROSS.

Shaggy!

We went to a place called Sharkey's that is close to our gym. They had TV's in front of every station, and as you can see, Jack got to sit in the red car from the movie, Cars. I have no idea what that car's name is, but I know Owen Wilson voiced the character and always said, "Ka chow! Ka chow!" They also had a Sesame Street DVD playing for Jack to help calm him.

It didn't help much.

A merciful Elmo break.

He REALLY, REALLY, REALLY hated the clippers.

At this point, I feel as though I should point out that I did NOT cry. Jack was so stressed, that I went into full on Mommy comfort mode. So I didn't have time to think about what a momentous occasion it was or how he was becoming a little boy before my very eyes. Instead, I just kept trying to distract him from the nice lady with the scissors.

He still looked upset even after it was all over with. He, of course, then threw a fit when we took him OUT of the car. Toddlers! So unreasonable!

Side view!

Finally smiling now that he got to chase a balloon around for a little while.

As you can see, he looks COMPLETELY different. We keep joking that he looks like a little banker. Alex kept asking him for investment advice. He definitely looks more like a little boy and less like a baby now. Which hurts my heart in about a million zillion different ways. He's only 16 months old! He is still MAH BAYBEE!!!! And yet, there he is getting hair cuts and talking about investments with his friend at Wal-Mart.


I'm handling it pretty well though. I miss his old hair a lot. I loved the curls and the hobo look. I think it'll be a while before we're ready to cut his hair again. I keep telling myself that he has to be a lot cooler now, so it was really a good thing. That reasoning doesn't work, but it's a nice thought.

The good news is that he's not totally grown up yet. If he were, I couldn't take pantsless pictures like this and post them on the internet.
And he's still my baby because I still eat his thighs. I mean, LOOK AT THEM. How can you resist? Nom nom nom nom.