Mama gets brave...

With excitement and lots of photo ops coming up soon, we've been talking about needing to get Eli's haircut. But with the head measurement and ct scan trauma of the past few weeks, I was dreading it. The boy is 100% against anyone messing with his head these days, and who can blame him. So, I decided to give it a go myself. Armed with comb, scissors, and popsicle, I took him out on the porch and went to it.
Success! Look how handsome! I paid very close attention as he flailed through his last professional cut and it didn't seem like an exact science. It turned out to be quite easy.
It even turned out pretty cute in the back.
I just thought this was a fun action shot. We were building block houses around the holy family, and then Eli would crash the blocks down as he does with any block structure, holy or not. Crash!

Eli's 1st Real Haircut

We have reached a milestone around here. For most of Eli's 19 months I have sworn not to cut his sweet little curls until he's old enough to ask for a haircut. I caved. He's been getting called "her" more often than not lately, and when he doesn't look like a girl, he looks like a ratty trucker. So, we took the plunge and made an appointment to rid him of the shaggy mullet seen above.
"Sure, I'll sit in this cool jeep seat and drink my milk. No biggie."
"Wait! What's this lady doing to me. Nooooooo!"
"This is abuse!"
"Hmmm, but this sucker tastes yummy."
"Not yummy enough!"
"Mommy, how could you?"
Here we are post-haircut at the toy store. Doesn't he look handsome? The stylist did a wonderful job. She was undeterred by his wailing. And she gave us just what we asked for - we got to keep some curls and he doesn't look like he's ready to go off to first grade. He's still our baby, just without the mullet.
See? Still super cute.