Like his sisters before him, James is follicularly blessed. In the last month, I noticed his hair getting especially shaggy. The long bangs in the front started getting in his eyes, so one afternoon while he was sleeping I grabbed my scissors and trimmed. Except…I cut them bluntly, straight-across, and he ended up looking like Jim Carrey’s character from Dumb and Dumber. Mike took one look at them and told me I had to get his hair fixed. I was like, “I DID WHAT I HAD TO DO!” But he was right, they looked bad.
I made James an appointment with Jen, the same woman who cuts Annie’s hair. I’d have made an appointment with Mike’s barber except Mike just gets a buzz…I’m not entirely convinced the guy knows how to use actual scissors.
When the kids and I arrived (we met my mom there), I took a “before” picture of James:
Then Jen had James sit on my lap facing in, and she put the haircut cover around him. Annie yelled, “Take our picture!”
Jen got to work cutting while I got to work keeping James as still as possible.
James didn’t freak out at all, but he was a bit wiggly. He was mostly confused by the cover that prevented easy access to his hands. Once he got a hand free he settled down.
James is already pretty delicious but with a haircut? Forget about it.
I’m pretty sure he knows it, too.
…probably because I keep saying stuff like, “OMG JAMES I AM OBSESSED WITH YOUR HAIRCUT.” I can’t help it. That’s some off-the-charts cuteness, if I do say so myself. Can’t wait to do it again every 8-12 weeks.