We had been putting it off for a long time, for fear that a haircut would cut away Jack's baby curls and turn him into a big boy with a single snip, but yesterday we finally did it. We got Jack his first haircut.
Luckily, he has a great big sister who volunteered to go first and show him how it was done...and stall for time in case I lost my nerve.
He's watching, but he's not so sure.
Jack picked the choo choo and climbed aboard for his haircut.
Like with most things, Jack accepted the haircut with a scowl, but without saying a word or moving a muscle. He just silently watched the lady move around him snipping here and there.
There goes what we affectionately refer to as Jack's tuft, it's the longest lock of hair he has and it still ends in a dark curl, from when he was an infant. It now resides in a small zip top baggie in his baby book.
We were not disappointed, our decision to cut was a good one. The lady did a great job of trimming Jack's hair out of his eyes, while still preserving our baby. And, of course, there were balloons.
The curls survived the haircut, fingers crossed that they stay forever.
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