First Haircut

Dylan had his first real haircut on Saturday, and I took him to my hairdresser, Debra, that I’ve been going to for 10+ years. I was bracing myself for the meltdown of the century. The last time I tried to trim his bangs out of his eyes, he held his hand on his forehand and moaned “Ooooh, Owwww, Oooh” for a ½ hour! But amazingly enough, he did GREAT at the salon. As you will see from the pictures, he wasn't exactly thrilled to be there, but at least there was no throw-down fit. In fact, he didn’t shed a single tear!! All the ladies in the salon were commenting on how well-behaved he was, to which I replied "I don't recognize this child! I think I brought the wrong one for a haircut!"  I took him to the mall afterwards for lunch and he slept hard for an hour in the stroller. Then he fell asleep again on the way home and slept for another 2 and ½ hours in his playpen, so I guess he may have been secretly traumatized. But what a brave boy!!

Before:  (The cutest ducktail EVER!)

 During:

After: (Handsome, Grown-Up Boy!)

Worn Out!!