Haircut - Parts 1 AND 2!!

Our adorable little boy's hair was just getting a bit too long in the back. He likes to grab it while he eats, so he ALWAYS has some sort of food item stuck in his hair - see Exhibit A.

So the other day, Jason comes down from giving Will his tubby and sets him up in his highchair. Next thing I know, Jason is clipping away. I am collecting the fallen curls and immediately putting them in his baby book and trying really hard to make this a "yay!" occasion for Will and not a "oh, your beautiful curls!!!" crying occasion... Well after about 10 minutes of eating cookies and trying to look around at what Dad is doing, Will starts to get, well, frankly really pissed off. I take him out of the highchair and try to get him interested in his favorite pastime - looking at photos of himself. That lasted for 30 seconds, then back to total freak-out-pissed-off. The top and sides of his hair came out really cute, but the back was still kind of long. I thought he looked like a little Canadian hockey player. This is an American house, we were not having it, but we decided to continue later because now we were at the point of just being cruel to the little buddy. Jason left to run a quick errand, Will was all calm, so I decided that it was the perfect moment to just simply trim the back really quickly. Got all set up, Will was happily playing with a photo block, got the scissors all poised and ready to close and "WHAT'S THAT?!?!?" The boy turns his head and I cut off a HUGE chunk of hair. A HUGE chunk. HUGE. Now I am in a slight panic mode as Jason is going to come home and notice that where once we had a baby, we now have a Franciscan monk. So, I go in for a fix and well, you cannot really see it, but you can see my poor child not very happy with the results see Exhibit B.

Jason gets home and just laughs and asks what I had been asking myself this whole time: "What have you done?!?!" All I can think of is:
1. his birthday in a week.
2. his birthday party.
3. photo shoot with Lynette.
4. babies making fun of him at school.


I then proceed to feel really bad for Will for the rest of the evening and into the next day until a girlfriend of mine tells me aobut "Snip-Its". This is a hair salon for children. Totally expensive, but also a totally sensory overload-type of place. I call and they say they can fix it. Done and done! We walk in, Will was curious, then had flashbacks of the night before and cried the rest of the time. I was strong, but got to a point of "come on, lady, hurry up!!" So in just a few moments, my little baby boy went from "Fransican monk" to "Gunny Aber who informed me he is enlisting once he turns 18 months" - see Exhibit C. The photo is not a very good one, but Lynette took some really cute ones yesterday and since the boy is happy again, all is well with the world.

Although, this haircut makes him look like a little boy now, not like a little baby we welcomed a year ago. Ugh...