So we took him to a place nearby and, even though I have heard that first haircuts can be emotionally traumatizing for mothers, I fully expected to be completely apathetic. I mean, it's just a haircut. Right?
Hairdresser {eyeing me as I'm snapping photo after photo like a crazy mamarazzi}: Awwww. Do you want to keep a lock of his hair?
Me: Psssshhh naw I don't need to. What would I do with it? The pictures will be enough. {snap, snap, snap}
Hairdresser {looking doubtful as she snips} : Are you sure? So many moms want to keep some....
She clearly had seen crazy quite a few times, and I fit the bill.
Me: No, really, I'm good.
Then, about halfway through, yes, I snatched a clump of his baby-fine blonde hair.
Off the floor.
And shoved it in my purse.
Then I even teared up a little.
Baby survived it.
Mama survived it.
Daddy, of course, kept us calm and together.
Happy weekend!
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