Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Another First? You've Got to Be Kidding!

Guess who got his first {real} haircut today!

Guess how he really felt about it.

Guess where he was when he got it.

Despite sitting in a very cool police kiddie car in his very own daddy's barbershop with his very own daddy being the one to give him the haircut, Shav was not a happy camper.

"Daddy, please don't do this to me!"

"Ah, that's better - safe in my daddy's arms."

Much, much better.
And if that photo doesn't melt this ol' mama's heart, I don't know what will!

Picture credit goes to Pam, one of Jeff's co-workers. I wasn't at the barbershop for this occasion because...

Today was the first day that Jeff took all four boys with him on his Wednesday errands - woo hoo! He was so successful that now I have visions of once-a-week quiet mornings for me at home, all by myself, no cries to listen for, maybe even the chance to take A Nap. Today, however, I celebrated this milestone by working in Josiah and David's room to do the seasonal sorting and organizing of clothes (and toys and books). I didn't finish the job, but I got a good start on it, all thanks to my honey's willingness to shepherd four small boys through the bank, the feed store, the barbershop, and the grocery store. He gets a gold medal in my book!

But as a result, I missed out on The First Haircut. It's just as well, I suppose. I don't think I would have been quite able to hold back all the tears, and everyone would have just made fun of me. :)


Sally said...

Ohhhh...he sure will look different without his cute hair!

Amy said...

Mike takes our boys out in the evening once a week. This is a nice break for me, and I feel like I can get some things done on my to-do list. It is a true blessing!

Misty said...

aww..poor Shav :) We need a better after pic!

Morning said...

dear little creature! Boo and Papa have a boys' morning once a month for his haircuts -- I'm not allowed to come! they have a routine that includes two lollipops, a ride, a trip up the escalators, and a chocolate milkshake (as well as the haircut, of course). It's a wonderful tradition for all of us!

Margie said...

Even though you weren't there, the pictures really caught the moment. Those are great.

Patti said...

My mom will be arriving in an hour so that I can have a couple of hours to switch out the clothes! Our drawers are currently a confusing jumble of fleece and shorts!

I love the after picture--Shav looks so relieved to be back in Daddy's embrace. Even though there wasn't a "wound" per se, it reminds me a little of the verse (and the lovely Michael Card song) in Deuteronomy when God, through Moses, reminds us that he heals the wounds he makes. Not that Shav is a disobedient Israelite!