baby to big boy

Last week we finally took our baby boy for his very first haircut. (He'd had a quick trim of his bangs just before Easter, but he hadn't had a real cut.)  We've known we needed to for some time, but we kept putting it off.  When I look at the photograph, though, I know -- he really needed a haircut.

We took him to a sweet little kids' haircutting place.  They weren't actually open that day, but when we called to inquire, they said they'd come in just for us.  Talk about service!

John David seemed reasonably excited about the little tractor he got to ride.

But once the stylist started touching his hair, he didn't want any part of it.  He was mad!  The stylist did a remarkable job, staying calm, speaking sweetly to him, reassuring him that it wouldn't be much longer, wiping his tears (and nose!), and quickly trimming lots of hair.

And then, in less than five minutes, it was over.  And though he was unhappy, our baby was suddenly a little boy.  Honestly, I'm not sure I've seen one of our children grow up so much in such a short time.  I might have cried, but poor John David had the monopoly on tears that day.

I guess it's a good thing that there's a baby boy on the way.  John David is a big boy!