The first haircut

Well, I can't say we weren't forewarned.  Others had told us stories of their kids screaming while having their hair cut or being afraid of the buzzer.  We postponed the event by a day or so because Sebastian was doing his best Rumplestiltskin impressions last week and we figured if he could stomp that hard, turn that red, and shriek that loudly over crackers, there was no hope for the poor hair stylist.  But Sunday he woke up bright and cheerful, so we decided it was time for the skater bangs to go.

We took him to a place called Kids Cuts that has seats shaped like various vehicles and went right when they opened (so there was no waiting with the toys that were likely covered with myriad germs).  We plopped him happily into a fire engine seat, smiled as the hair stylist put the big "bib" on him, and then ...

watched the entire scene deteriorate into moans, whines, sobs, and finally shrieks.  

I'm sure it lasted about 2 months of my life, but the clock told me it was just over 5 minutes. And you can see from the "after" picture below that he was in good spirits not too long afterward.  Fortunately trying to comfort him kept me from being too sad over the cutting of his little curls. (Yes, we saved some.  We are not above cheesy sentimentality!)

The front is a little short, but he looks adorable and like such a big boy.  Or as he says, standing up on his step and raising his arms as high as he can, "Tall!" 

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