...no longer a baby because we finally got Wyatt's first haircut.
I would be lying to say I was calm and unconcerned - it would, in fact, be more accurate to say my heart was beating a little fast and I was nervous - but all went well. We took him to Tomiko-san at the club and he was fairly cooperative sitting in Daddy's lap; she was very kind and agreed that we should leave a little wave in the back so that made me relax a little. I never pegged myself for becoming attached to my child's hair, but I definitely am! There's just something about the funny things it does that contributes to Wyatt's character, if that makes sense. And I figure he has the rest of his life to have a military haircut! Of course, technically he also has the rest of his life to grow it out, but still!
We think it looks pretty cute (even though it's a little straight across the front, a la Jim Carrey in Dumb and Dumber) and we all survived. Of course I have all the shorn ringlets in an envelope so that someday Wyatt can laugh at me for keeping his hair, or maybe so that someday I can lovingly look at that and remember the day my baby started looking like a little boy.
The first cut.
Hey! Watch where you're putting those things!
Halfway through and all is well.Curls curls everywhere...just not on Wyatt's head.