Tuesday, October 5, 2010

First haircut. No, Sir. I don't like it.

Henry's hair had gotten out of control. And I like babies' hair to be a little long and shaggy, but it was too much even for me. So, I made a special appointment at a real salon (mostly because we can't go back to the children's salon because of something Charlie said, but that's another story). I made sure that Daddy would be home so he could go with us and take pictures of the special moment...

But, Henry did not appreciate my efforts. Even as all the ladies in the salon gathered around him "oohing" and "ahhing" at how adorable he is, he screamed. Even as we offered him a sucker, he screamed. Even as I cuddled him close and loved on him, he screamed. He stopped crying momentarily when our stylist walked away to find a clip to give him for amusement, but then he saw her approaching again and he screamed.

My precious little guy. I find such sweetness in his protest. He just likes things on his own terms. I wonder where he gets that from...

Back home. Happy and Handsome.

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