I'm at a loss for words. My baby got his first hair cut. sniff...
He was in dire need of a cut, however, as you can see. I do think the longish curls were cute, but he was getting tangles when I washed his hair, and they were always getting stuck in his bib. Time to cut!
John had to get his hair cut tonight, so after he was finished William sat on his lap and Marla cut William's hair. He was NOT happy with her AT. ALL.
She put the cape on him, but we decided that maybe the cape was making him even more perturbed.
So off went the cape, and even more tears began to flow. His crying was a fake cry, we both decided, as it sounded very strange, and not like the crying sound we're used to. It was like he thought he needed to cry, but couldn't figure out why. But he just had to. The tears were huge, however. And there was drool. It was a good effect.
Anyway, 5 minutes later, he was all finished. John and I both thought he'd flail and arch his back, but he sat very still, like a big boy. He was too traumatized to get an after picture, but here's one I was sorta able to capture at home. I think it turned out very nicely.
This will be a day I'll remember for a long time.