Saturday we took Michael to get his first hair cut. I guess I didn't really know what to expect but well...excitement and that I got! Daddy got to hold him while I was put to "entertain". I think I was more excited than Michael as I stood there calling out his name to try and get him to look at me for more than ten seconds so the hairdresser could cut his hair. I think I was more of a distraction! I don't know if I was more afraid of him crying, getting accidentally cut by the scissors or him getting a "bad" haircut but I was scared! AND then it all happened, I STARTED CRYING. At first I didn't know why or maybe I did but I didn't want to believe it. Either way I couldn't try and hide it anymore as tears are just streaming down my face! As I turn around to look at Michael it hits me, my baby is growing up. ( He just looked so handsome and well a little older with his new do) At this point all that's going through my head is...OH MY, if he's only going on six months I can't imagine the years of tears I'm about to endure.
Now that it was all done I could sigh a sigh of relief. No nicks,no tears ( except from mommy) and no bad haircut and he did great! Hopefully we won't be back at the barber shop any time soon. Oh and that's the picture I took right when we got outside.
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