Baby’s first haircut…

“Whoa, your baby’s got a lot of hair!” is one of the phrases we’ve heard most in the last 6.5 months.

I love the look of the little surfer boys with their long tresses, but The Tiny’s started only growing on top, looking more like a flock a seagulls than a surfer party.  But once it began to get into his eyes, I knew it was time for a trim, but I started to get butterflies about it.  Weird?

“I think I am going to cut Finley’s hair,” I told Andrew one night after dinner.

“Oh really?  But it’s so cute!”  Andrew said as he sudsed the dishes.  (We have a whoever cooks, the others does the dishes rule.)

“I know, but I think it’s bugging him.  I think I’ll  just do it real quick.”

“OK.”

I went to our bathroom and pulled out the hair cutting skissors, the ones I have been using on Andrew for the past 4 years–Dave Ramsey style.  I put the bumbo on the table, and ran a wetted hand through his fluffy head puff as he smiled up at me, chewing on the pacifier I gave him to keep him still.

“Ok.  I’m going to cut his hair.”  -I repeated, staring at my smiling boy, with the same hair on his head that he had when he was born.

“Ok, I am going to cut his hair.”  I said–this time more to myself.

I pulled a fine and wispy row of hair up between my fingers in a perfect fence.  I looked again at the little hairs, lined up, fine as a spider’s web–and made my first cut.

Teeny little clumps of triangled hair bits wafted to the table.  He was being surprisingly good, and before I knew it, after three quick rows, I was done.

And where once sat a curly topped brown haired boy, sat now a big blonde boy!

“Awww, he looks cute!”  Said Andrew as he came over, dishes put away.

“Oh my gosh, I think you’re right!  I was totally nervous!”  I admitted.

So, we grabbed the camera and did a lil’ photo shoot!

“Oh mama an’ papa!  I jus’ love my new hair cut!  I feel so free, and just think what all my girl friends will think!”  -The Tiny