However, Thad is in a wedding Friday and hubs talked me into getting in cut (and has been pushing for the last two months or so...lol, I can only hold him off so long). So off we went to the salon this morning. Now, Thad's had his hair cut three times before, but my mom was the one to do it - so this was his first "real" haircut.
To say I was nervous was an understatement. It was prior to nap time, but by the time we got through waiting, we were cutting it close (lol, no pun intended).
And here he is...BEFORE.
|What the heck is that??!?|
He sat so.still. It was unbelievable. He didn't move, kick, hit, anything. Whimpered once or twice, but made it through the whole thing like a champ.
|How stinkin' cute is he?!?|
All that said...I cried. Like a baby. We left and he was a champ, eating his sucker from the stylist...and I was quivering. I made it until we got home, put him down for a nap, and then I let the tears spill.
I don't freakin' know.
He looks so old! He was my baby - with that hair, he was still a baby. Without it, he really is a toddler. I can't handle it. I miss his little baby face, surrounded by all that shaggy softness.
I'm such a wimp.
|Running and playing with my new 'do at Great Grandma's.|