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:

before his first haircut

He’s the cute Beatle.

Then Jen had James sit on my lap facing in, and she put the haircut cover around him. Annie yelled, “Take our picture!”

first haircut!

Jen got to work cutting while I got to work keeping James as still as possible.

first haircut!

first haircut!

first haircut!

You can see some Lloyd Christmas remnants here.

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.

first haircut!

first haircut!

James is already pretty delicious but with a haircut? Forget about it.

first haircut!

I’m pretty sure he knows it, too.

first haircut!

…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.