To Keep the Curl or Hurl? That is the Question...

Its official, Caleb is a little dude. He got his very first haircut before Christmas and now he looks like a new little man. Ok, confession time: this is not 'technically' Caleb's first haircut. Mommy attempted several times pre first-official-haircut to tame the unruly patch of hair on the back of Caleb's head. Yes, mommy and daddy agree that the first haircut is a special occasion - but we thought about it and decided it was far more important that our son not look like the love child of Albert Einstein and Don King, then to ride out the first cut for the one year mark. I think all would agree we made the right choice.

So, gone is the little poofy haired boy we've raised for a little over a year and in his place is a polished and burgeoning young man. It's amazing what a difference a haircut makes! We've wanted to get Caleb's hair cut for a while, but weren't sure he'd sit still through it. We were right - he didn't, but for the most part he was very well behaved. That is if you don't count the low point of the evening when he vomited all over Aunt Amber and the salon floor. It wasn't his fault, macaroni and medicine don't mix. Poor Aunt Amber just happened to be holding him when he chose to blow and got the brunt of it.** Parissa, the hair stylist, was very patient with him though and quickly cleaned up the mess while pretending not to gag from the smell. She was even kind enough to show us exactly how to cut Caleb's hair ourselves, and gave us all the necessary tools to do it, so future haircuts won't require a trip to the salon (a fact that makes daddy very happy - and we suspect Parissa too).

Before:

Yeah, this back poof had to go...

Combing out the curls...

After:

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* Yes Opa, when he is older he can wear his hair however he wants. He is free to be an individual and express himself however he chooses, blah blah blah. Even if it means wearing his hair in a modified mullet - nice curls on top and an afro puff on back – classy!!

** Caleb says, "Sorry Au-tee. Love-Love." If there was any chance of Aunt Amber ever having kids, it died and was swept up with the macaroni that day in the salon.