His hair wasn't out of control, but you would have thought so based on his daddy's actions.
OK- maybe I was in denial.
His hair was growing.. It might have been crowding his ears.
But the first haircut for me was... scary.
Maybe it was the fear of scissors and sharp objects so close to his innocent little face.
Maybe I wasn't ready to admit that he was old enough to get his first haircut.
None-the-less, John made the appointment at the barber shop where he gets his hair did. He goes to the Base barbershop where Sam, a wonderful and talented woman cuts his hair every other week. Sam would anticipate our son's birth while he was still hanging out in my belly and she enjoys seeing him for daddy's haircuts. She has offered a number of times that the first haircut is FREE! (For those who don't know my husband, that is talking his language!) So there he sat, on mommy's lap with a snip snip here. . . and a buzz buzz there.
She whipped out the clippers and just proceeded to do the "daddy" haircut or I guess it's a military cut.
Sam even put some product in and gave him a little spike. Oh be still my heart.
The shag look before- which I'll have you know I was perfectly fine with..
Clean-cut McPreppyson: ok, so he's still cute even after the haircut.
The haircut day again made me thank God for good friends. We, me and two girl friends had just gotten done with a workout on base and I was going to drop them off at the gate before the haircut but luckily they wanted to be a part of one of Riley's firsts too. Because of them, not only did I get some priceless photographic shots (thanks to Emily) that I will treasure for life, but the whole process was kept relatively stress free. When he would become anxious, Abby would practice her art of distraction which would put him at ease so we (Sam) could finish the cut!!! Thanks guys! I had no idea how much I needed them!!
With all that itchy hair all over him, it was time for the after haircut bath.
I am shameless..
Of course I'm putting the pictures up.