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!
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. :)
6 comments:
Ohhhh...he sure will look different without his cute hair!
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!
aww..poor Shav :) We need a better after pic!
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!
Even though you weren't there, the pictures really caught the moment. Those are great.
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!
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