Welcome to part XVIV of my “Life Story Series.”
If you’re new or you’ve missed the past posts, click here: Life Stories: The Archive.
In case you need a refresher, “Life Story Series” is a
12 month personal project that myself and a group of very talented photographers are participating in. It shows just a little glimpse into our lives. It’s a way for us to capture our memories creatively – just us. At the end of this post you’ll find a link to one of my photographer friends that’s playing along and she’ll be linking to someone else. It’s a whole big circle of stories in pictures. So grab a cup of coffee (or tea, or wine), click through and enjoy!
I know I said in my last Life Story that I’d do a post about each child, in birth order – and I will still do that, but I’m also a little OCD about posting things in chronological order and didn’t want to miss out on sharing my baby boy’s first haircut. The first of my children to have a haircut, actually. ::cue tears::
First, you need a little backstory. My husband, you see, has only had one person cut his hair in his entire 31 year existence. Yes, you read that right. Only one person has every touched his hair. His barber even came to our wedding And if you want to know even more – my father in law goes to the same man as well, and his father went to the barber’s father. Are you doing the math here? Husband = 3rd generation to get his hair cut here. So, it seemed only fitting that our son would go there as well, making him the 4th generation to get his hair cut by this family. Pretty impressive if you ask this supercuts/random salon girl (I’m still trying to find my perfect match).
I knew it was time. His hair was annoying him. He’d brush it out of his face all the time and it would get stuck in his bib during meal time.
The whole thing was a wee bit emotional for me. First, there was the nerves. My son is a wild child. Into everything and “such a boy” (I detest that phrase, but that’s a post for another day). He’s a master of destruction, curious and basically a tornado on two feet. I was just a little bit nervous he’d lose an ear or something during his haircut because of how he ping-pongs around the house on a daily basis. But, much to my delight, he stayed incredibly still. He seemed totally in awe watching Daddy get his hair cut and sat in my husband’s lap and was a little angel if I do say so myself. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
And then there was the sadness. My baby was getting his hair cut. My first baby to get a haircut. I have a theory that boys look so.much.older once they get their hair cut and E-man is no exception. He looks like such a little boy now. I knew the texture would change and he’d no longer have a head full of fine silky hair – it now feels a bit more coarse and I can tell it’s going to get so.much.thicker. We kept 2 strands of his hair – one for his baby book (that I intend to give to him when he gets older) and one for me.
So, without further ado. My baby’s first haircut.
I make sure to take a before picture. He and Daddy walk through the door and meet the barber.
He wears a little miniature apron (seriously, how cute is that?!)
The first snip is made.
This is my favorite image of the bunch. I love the look of surprise when he saw how he looked with his new style. Such a handsome little guy, if I do say so myself.
See what I mean? They look so much older…instantly.
Thank you for reading along for this month’s story. Don’t forget to click through and see my very talented friends who are also participating! Amy Lenhart Photography to see the next photographer participating and be sure to like my facebook page so we can keep in touch!
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