Oscar's bangs were in his eyes...and had been for weeks, now. I took my time thinking about getting those little baby locks cut off, his original hair, the tips that were the first wisps on his tiny newborn head. I would get a little teary thinking about it, but not too bad. And I thought it would be better to mourn in advance than to make a big weepy show of it at the salon or after.
So we headed to Americuts on Saturday for his appointment with Debbie, the owner. Here's how it went.
Checking out the joint.
In our capes, checking out Debbie the hairdresser (and owner of Americuts).
The first cut.
Taking some off the top.
Getting the hang of it.
Clutching the iPuppy that Debbie had for Oscar play with.
Oscar seemed to enjoy getting his haircut.
Mama and baby are happy with the results.
Papa and baby are happy, too.
Time for a celebratory ride in the big boy firetruck chair.
Oscar got a certificate and some of his locks for the baby book.
