First haircut!

Mike and I finally gave in and decided that the hair falling over Collin's eyes meant it was probably a good time for a haircut. Collin has the best baby hair ever. He was born with a full head of brown hair which unlike most babies didn't fall off. It's remained thick and lightened up to a sandy blond with ringlets over his ears. Sigh I love his hair and could never give him one of those super short cuts. Mike and I are in agreement that the long shaggy look on boys is adorable but for safety reasons it was time...

We took him to one of those places that specializes in kid's cuts with car shaped hair stations and individual video monitors. Packed in a strip mall in Lake Oswego, Mike's face dropped when we were greeted by the chipper receptionist. But there was no way either of us were going to attempt to cut Mr. Wiggle's hair. He'd either end up with stitches or look like some deranged soldier. The hairstylist was friendly enough and seemed to know what he was doing. We just wanted Collin's hair "Cleaned up" and he promised he wouldn't snip it too short.

Here we go:



Goodbye long locks


Sitting by himself definitely wasn't going to work so he moved to my lap

Collin squirmed in protest but didn't scream. The stylist skillfully moved around his hair with the scissors in rapid motion.


Almost done!


Collin's torture was finished!

We got a certificate and a lock of Collin's hair. It was about as painless an experience as you can expect for a fist haircut. Hopefully we can hold off on the next one until we can take him to a place closer (and cheaper) near our house but we're both happy with the cut and that he still has his long Collin hair (but can now see).