First Hair "Cut"

Bye bye, hippie baby hair!

I made Todd's day when I suggested we take Boden in for a hair cut on Saturday. He'd been threatening to cut Bodie's "from the womb" hair for weeks.  His wisps were getting a little out of control so I figured it was finally time.
It was clear that the stylist was experienced with first-time cuts--she strapped Boden down immediately, snapped on the smock which immediately illicited tears and, without missing a beat, she turned the smock around, called it a "cape", wielded her scissors and called out "Hannah, get the bubbles" (and I imagine the rest of the sentence is "...we've got a crier, here, we've got to work fast."

With the passion and fury of Edward Scissorhands, she snipped and clipped, while Boden rode the edge of sadness and Todd and I bounced around with the bubble gun to entertain him. I think the experience was done in 15 minutes or less--including the time it took to slap a sticker on his belly and pay the bill. And now, he looks like a stand up li'l guy...no more scraggly baby hair.