Last month we figured it was finally time to get Mac's hair cut. I resisted for so long (because, oh, those baby curls!), but it was definitely the right call. As much as I'd like to keep him a baby forever, having a toddler with wild unruly pancake-syrup-caked hair was not the way to do it. Perhaps I'll just keep pushing down on his head hoping he'll stay small forever? Not sure that's a better solution.
Anyway, after weeks of Ryan telling me it was time, I finally made an appointment for Mac at The Hairy Elephant and tried to keep myself composed. Mac was pretty indifferent and not at all nervous about hitting such a gigantic milestone as a first haircut. "He always looks so cool" (name that book). However, once we got there, it was a different story. He wasn't having any of it. Perhaps it was the fun train table in the front of the store that he wanted to play with or the stranger with scissors, but he did not want in that chair. And it was even shaped like a car, so that was pretty surprising. However, candy to the rescue and he was won over by a lollipop. He also had to hold my keys and refused to wear the cape, but it was progress.
He was pretty apprehensive about the lady with the comb and the spray bottle.
I got a lot of those "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!!" looks.
See...it was time. Baby mullet.
At one point he acted like the loss of his hair physically hurt him.
Poor poor baby.
Little did he know that it did hurt me, as I wiped away tears and imagined him leaving me to go to college. WHY?!!!
My heart broke a little bit with every snip.
How is he this big?!
When did this happen?
Wasn't he just in diapers yesterday?!
(Yes, actually that was yesterday and today and tomorrow.)
And then all of a sudden my little baby was a toddler...a kid...a fully-grown child.
He aged 3 years in 15 minutes.
Tomorrow he'll be going on dates and stealing my booze.
I'm not ready!
Of course he's still absolutely adorable (maybe even more so now).
I mean, what a handsome devil.
He knows it too.
(Please excuse my wet hair - I'm too lazy to blow dry these days.)
Of course everyone had to come over and tell him how handsome he was.
It's too bad this kid doesn't like attention...
And then I got to the car and bawled all the way to work.
Have you done "baby's first haircut" yet?
Was it traumatic for you?