Chop Chop

Pardon the absence. Phil has been comandeering our main computer which houses my photos. Every night the boy has been slaving away on my behalf creating my new photography blog (coming soon to an internet near you!) so I can hardly complain. And during the day I have two little crawlers who command my attention, so... that is my excuse. Enough of that. What you really want is a few pictures, right? At least I know of one Grandma who wants some eye candy.

Max got his first haircut. His little noggin' was needing some attention; he had thick hair on the bottom and behind one ear his hair was poofing out refusing to lay behind his ear, not to mention the sparse hair in the back where he rests his little head. It was time. We recruited his Aunt Melissa to do the deed and it was a 3 man job; one to cut, one to hold and of course, one to document the occasion.

Behold, the transformation. (Copious amounts of pictoral documention follows, of course).



Does he look scared? Worried?



He did well. I thought the noise would startle him but he was quite content and sat while Melissa buzzed away. There was no way we could have accomplished this with scissors. He is too grabby for that.









And finally he starts to lose it, thankfully not until the end.









So handsome. So grown-up. As I nursed him that evening I was a little melancholy over the loss of his soft locks. I would stroke his head as he ate and now there was a rough stubble. Sad.

And I also went under the scissors. My hair was crying for attention, tired of the ponytail day in and day out that has been my mom uniform since the kids were born and even before that it was my hygiene 'do. Hair up and out of the way, only getting glammed out for Sundays. So, chop chop! Again, courtesty of my dear Melissa. It is nice to have a change though occasionally I wish for my longer tresses.