I've been holding out on you.
In the Easter pics, you may have noticed that Henry was looking a little... cleaner? Neater? A little less.... shaggy, perhaps?
Last week, Annie & I took Henry to get his very first haircut. It was bittersweet.
I LOVED his floppy, wispy, curly hair!!! But, it was really getting unreasonable. It was always in his face. Something had to give. So. We did it.
OH MY GOSH, I KNOW!!! It was the BEST baby hair EVER!
Moment of silence, please.
Okay. So. On the way there, Henry was blissful in all of his shagginess. He did not know what awaited him.
First, we went to Chick-Fil-A, because I will shamelessly use ANY excuse to eat there. Henry ate SEVEN chicken nuggets because he is a bottomless pit, and then shared a few licks of Annie's ice cream cone.
Then Annie took him to play in the playplace, which he loved.
About 5 seconds after this picture was taken, Henry may or may not have thrown up. Just a little. Maybe the seventh nugget was one too many?
Then we arrived at the baby hair cutter place. It had a cute name, which I have now forgotten, because motherhood has so seriously crippled my brain cells. No matter.
They were really great. The girl who cut his hair was so sweet, and they fed him animal crackers the whole time to distract him, and he got to sit in these cute little seats shaped like cars.
This isn't so bad!
Or is it...
About halfway through, Henry decided he did not want the strange lady touching his blonde tresses anymore, animal crackers or not!
Please don't think I'm a cruel mother for holding his sweet baby face like that. We were like 3 snips away from being finished. The scissors! They were sharp! He was flailing! I had to! Safety!
Then we went home and he recovered by snuggling with his Papa Earl.
And I promised him he would never, ever, ever have to get his hair cut again, ever, ever, ever.
The first of many motherly lies, I'm sure.