First Haircut

Well, here we are one week shy of Noah's 2nd birthday and we FINALLY decided Noah had enough hair to officially get his first haircut!!! What a momentous milestone, huh! It's funny how things change when you have kids. A few years ago a "big deal" on a Saturday for me would mean a spur of the moment road trip to a SEC football game, some tailgating, partying, etc. Now, a "big deal" Saturday for us is taking Noah to a kid's themed hair salon and waiting in line for 30 minutes watching all of the other 1 year olds scream at the trauma they are going through only so we can do the same thing to our precious child! Actually, the experience went WAY better than we ever expected. Noah doesn't exactly cooperate with things being "done" to him (just ask his doctor, any nurse at any of the various children's ERs we've had to unfortunately visit with him or any local photographer for that matter). He was such a champ and "kim" his "barber" did an amazing job. They really know what they are doing with kids there! There are special chairs, toys everywhere, prizes, TVs at every station, all kinds of distracting devices and it is quite the event. I think they even do birthday parties there! Noah didn't cry once--not even when he saw the little boy next to him sobbing and sobbing. And Kim didn't even make any comments about our "homemade" attempts at hair trimming we had tried at home (hey, the economy is bad...trying to save some money). All in all, the $17.95 we paid for a perfect haircut, smiles on the pictures, a "first haircut certificate", his red "nuggets" of hair they saved for us and NO TEARS was well worth it. I'm just glad he had a positive first experience so I don't have to DREAD every haircut with him...like I dread every MD appointment and portrait session.

The weather up here is so gorgeous this weekend so after his haircut we walked over to "Johnny Rocket's" for a fun lunch complete with jukebox music and a dancing wait staff. Noah actually refused to sit in a high chair and sat in a booster seat at the booth with us, ate almost an entire kid's meal and insisted on having his "grown up" drink instead of a sippy cup. It's like he went from baby to little boy right before our eyes today. I just can't believe in a few short days we will officially stop counting his age in months and start saying "we have a 2 year old!" My, how time flies!



Doesn't he look thrilled?






I love how he is sitting with his legs crossed



"Hey now, don't make fun of my mohawk! Talk to the hand!"



Doesn't he look handsome? NO smiles....but at least no tears!