Tuesday, August 20
It felt very ceremonial, very much a kumbaya life moment, and it was sort of exciting. Our first child's first haircut. Never to be repeated. Get out the plastic baggy, because here comes the dark blonde curl for the memory books. We brought his high chair into the bathroom and I grabbed one of his favorite games to distract him. Tyson pulled the clippers out and I grabbed the camera. The second that first little lock fell, Everett burst into tears. I wasn't expecting this reaction at all, since he had been happy just the second before. The first picture I have of him, sitting in his chair with a big devastated tear rolling down his cheek, is so sad I can still hardly even look at it. I picked him up and held him close so that Tyson could try again, but so help it all, this was parental mutiny and he was not having any of it. He turned his head this way and that, skillfully dodging and swerving, assisting his hair into a stunning bowl cut. Finally, he cried out, MULLET KILLER! and succumbed in tearful defeat into the nook of my shoulder, where he stayed for the remainder of the cut. We are bullies!!