We took Quinn out earlier today to get his first haircut. Now, I will honestly admit...this was completely Buddy's idea. He will not be mad for me saying this. I was content to leave Quinn with his fly-away, won't-lay-down-for-nothing, cute little baby curls. Buddy, on the other hand, felt it was time to get a haircut.
We went to our local Great Clips, where I always go to get my hair cut. The lady in the black outfit is Shelly, who always cuts my hair. We met her because she knows our fire chief. As you can see, Quinn is pretty content to be in the chair. But not for long....
Here he is with his little fish cape wrapped around his shoulders. I'm holding him up...for now.
Here Shelly is showing him the clippers and is letting him hold the comb. (Her clippers have a leopard print design...very trendy!)
Now let the cutting begin. Quinn was pretty cool about it at first. He was just sitting there, letting Shelly cut away.
But, all good things must come to an end. I had to hold him in my lap, but as you can see, he is anxiously trying to get away from me. If you look closely, you can see tears in his eyes. From this point on, it got pretty ugly...crying, wailing, and screaming. And Quinn was pretty upset too! In all honesty, I didn't cry, but I did feel my eyes welling up. This was a big moment. My baby boy went from being a cute little baby with fly-away curls.....
....to the cutest little man I've ever seen. Yes, it really is as short as it looks! I guess it will grow back. I miss his curls already, but his Daddy was pretty pleased with how it looked. Quinn was pretty worn out when it was all over with. He pretty much cried the whole time, so he was glad to get his paci when the trauma was over.