It begins with my mother and father making comments about how my kid looks like a girl. I find this extremely irritating. And the more they say it, the less I am inclined to leave my child alone with them, because I start to worry that one day, I'll come back to pick my kid up and all his beautiful baby hair will be gone. Tears. And then I will hate my parents. Really. Forgiveness would be a far off hope. And I don't want to hate my parents.
Then after I've been getting this treatment for a while my husband (who has probably been thinking the same thing for a while if not as long as my parents, but who knows me and is patient with me) starts agreeing with them. For a few more months—ok maybe SEVERAL months—I will stay strong in thinking that no, he doesn't need a haircut. But eventually I give out, and about a month or more after I've silently started agreeing with them all, the haircut finally happens.
So, after a very long time of getting myself ready for it, Emmett finally got his first haircut.
Before:
See the beautiful, soft waves? And this picture doesn't' show it, but in some of the longer waves you could still see the dark tips from when he was a newborn with dark brown hair. Beautiful.
It's also lots of fun to do stuff like this, too:
Good times. But not long after this moment, the crying started. If you're an avid reader of this sporadic blog, you may recall that Charlie's first haircut did not go so well. Emmett's went a lot better. but there was still a lot of this:
See the big tear? What a sad adorable boy. But don't worry. It got better:
Snacks. The ultimate distraction. As long as I kept giving him these, he did great. So, a big shout out to my brother-in-law for leaving a giant bag of Honeycomb in the pantry when he moved out. Oh wait. Do you want those? Well, then hurry over to get what's left (hopefully you're reading this because if not, I will not remember to tell you—sorry).
We are very fortunate that my mom has a friend who cuts hair. My mom and her friend swap their skills: my mom will do sewing projects for her, and then she will do my mom's hair. For the last sewing project, my mom and BOTH my boys got haircuts. So instead of being butchered by me, Emmett's hair came out looking great! Charlie, who is used to my butchering haircuts, also looks wonderful.
I certainly have attractive kids! But then that's no surprise. ;)
