First Haircut...Finally!

A week shy of 21 months, I finally got the courage to take Bryce for his first haircut. This has nothing to do with "wanting to keep him a baby", I don't have that issue. It was more of a self-preservation issue: I didn't want to listen to him scream and cry and watch the poor hair stylist try to not gouge his eyes out with sharp tools due to his screaming and crying.

It wasn't as bad as it could've been. Don't get me wrong-he cried and carried on. But he didn't kick and thrash, thankfully. And he emerged virtually unscathed, save for an irritated neck & throat.

He looks like a preschooler now. I saved some of his hair, long 4" sections of blonde curls. Very sweet stuff. I'll scrapbook it someday. For now, though, I'm relieved. We don't have to do this again anytime soon.

Hopefully.





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Home again & happy.