My little man got his first haircut this weekend! Aww!! He handled it like a champ, and in fact I think he might have been a little too excited to get a haircut. He woke up super early in the morning (have you seen 4:30 am lately? It's not pretty), and I'm almost positive he did not go back to sleep. Thankfully he just chattered to himself and flipped through his books for a couple of hours until I got up with him. Then when it was time to go I think we just weren't moving fast enough for him! I tried to take his picture with Rick and this is what I got:
At this point I thought we were doomed for major meltdowns! But once we got in the car he was just fine, and kept saying "heckup" (haircut) and "kippers buzzzz" (clippers buzz). We went to my hair salon, and my stylist, Rhonda, let Dashiell explore the salon a little before sitting him in the chair. He loved the sink with the shower sprayer:
Check out how long his hair looks in that picture! Yes, it was definitely time to get rid of the mullet.
After getting him settled in the big chair and putting the fish cape on him, Rhonda let him play with one of her combs...
Then a fluffy brush...
Then a hair clip...
He even got to check out her clippers!
His new haircut turned out pretty cute!
AND he ate his first lollipop that day!
We only had one very slight instance of tears right when the haircut started, but other than that he was cool as a cucumber. Rhonda even asked us, "does he always handle new experiences so well?" I chalk it up to the book we picked up from the library a couple of weeks earlier that explained the whole haircut process. Honestly it wasn't the best book I've ever read but it did the trick! I think it comforted him to know what was going to happen, and what all the tools were used for, and that it wouldn't hurt. Of course it could also just be that Dashiell is a comparatively easy going kid. We're definitely lucky on that front! And doesn't he look so handsome now?