A few weeks ago on a Friday, we found out Meatball's gender. The next day, we took Charlie to get his first haircut. I definitely do not recommend doing so many emotional things in such a short amount of time.
I wasn't really ready, but I don't think I ever would have been. I guess I just figured we would have to do it eventually so I just decided to rip off the bandaid one Saturday. I suppose a big brother does need a big boy haircut.
Charlie did great during the haircut. Mama, however, was way more traumatized. In a span of a few minutes, he went from being my baby to looking like he was ready to go off to college. I'm fine now that I've a had a few weeks to get used to the idea. I see photos of his long curls now and can't really believe I let it grow that long. It also helps that he still has some curls left - especially on humid days. :)
Charlie loved sitting in the little car chair, and he was perfectly content to eat his raisins and watch Sesame Street while the stylist worked her magic. She was very efficient and quick - this was clearly not her first rodeo. The whole thing took all of 5-10 minutes, and they were kind enough to collect a few locks for me to keep in his baby book, which is great because he's probably never getting his hair cut again.
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| Bye, bye curls! |
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This place has trucks?! I like it already.
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| Raisins for the win |
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| Will sit still for raisins |
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| All done. Mama even managed to smile. |
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| Don't worry, I still got my chubby baby cheeks. |
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| I spy some surviving curls. :) |
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