Yesterday we took Sheffield for his first hair cut, and I learned two very important lessons. 1. Never underestimate your kid 2. I may actually be able to handle him growing up, because I did not shed a tear. Not one.
I never gave Sheffield the benefit of the doubt when it came to his hair cut. I was determined that he was going to scream and cry his way through it. I for sure thought that he was going to hate sitting still, and even more so, someone messing with his head.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
He didn’t make a peep. Bennett held on to his leg to make sure he didn’t fall, and I was feeding him Cheerios the whole time. When we left, another mom said to us, “I am thoroughly impressed.” She said that to US! But the second we put him in his car seat to go home, he started screaming his head off. Nobody saw/heard that so it doesn’t count.
2. I wanted to, I wanted to cry – my sweet little baby looks like a sweet little boy. We (and when I say we, I really mean me) held off long enough – his hair was out of control, so it was really just time.
Of course, pictures were taken. My child – the hair cut wonder kid.
Yep, there sure are nine pictures there, and I took eleven, so I spared you from two of them. You only get your hair cut for the first time once, and well, mama gonna document every little thing, so eleven pictures. Plus, I already miss your sweet back of the head curls and am wishing for fast growing hair so I get them back.
We got his first hair cut at Vintage Barber Shop in Vestavia Hills (for my local blog reading peeps), and that place rules. They are super kid friendly, and they have popcorn. We have definitely found the place for his hair cuts!