I cut all my boys hair. I remember the first time Hubs asked me to cut his hair. I laughed in his face. Literally. He had just moved from MN to VA to go to the same school as me. He went to the mall to get a haircut 2x and the next time he said, "Let's go buy a cutter, you can cut my hair." SAY WHAT!! I've cut my brothers hair before and they ALL hated me for it. Well Hubs said, "it's just hair, it will grow back." Ever since I have been cutting his hair. Then my older brothers and my younger brothers. Then M & G. Then when we moved to ND my brother in laws. To people out here it's not a big deal, it's what you do. Back home people were always saying, what really...?
Anyway. With M & G we took them to get their 1st hair cut. Hubs, at first didn't understand. I think while the boys were getting their hair cuts he totally got it. I wanted to watch the 1st cut. Be in the moment. Not be doing it. It might sound silly. But it's a right of passage right. The first hair cut.
Of course I wanted to do the same with L. Even more so actually. L HAS HAIR!! M & G did not, at least not enough to worry about doing it right. Haha... they still don't have a lot of hair. L, though, he has this great head of whispy thin gorgeous blonde hair. Part of me just wanted to keep it growing forever. Poor kid couldn't stand it poking his eyes anymore though.
L and Daddy before his cut.
What a sweet little boy. He loved it. He made the funniest faces and was so interested in checking himself out in the mirror.
Mama, L and Daddy after the hair cut.
One of my 1st friends since moving here is a wonderful hairdresser and we had the pleasure of entrusting her to cut L's hair for the 1st time. I'm sure I will never measure up to her cuts, but hopefully I can figure out how to keep his hair a little longer and not the Daddy, M & G faux hawk style :)