Ethan's First Haircut

I'm sure all children have rocked the mullet at one point in their lives. I know I did. My mom faithfully scrapbooked that precious moment so it can be pulled out and used as blackmail. And it was. Frequently.

So I expected Ethan to have one as well. Just not so soon. Let me explain, I didn't have enough hair on my head to claim a mullet until I was about 3. That's a normal Foster family trait. Ethan had his at 9 months (we just tucked it under his collar at church so no one would notice).  Clever, huh? Of course, I'll admit it's a lot cuter on little boys.

But last week, before Grandpa & Grandma Pelfrey left, we took Ethan to Cookie Cutters in Providence to get his first haircut. At first, he was all sorts of excited to sit in his own race car and watch Sesame Street. 

 

Then we put the cover on, stuck a baby snack in his hand, and tried to distracted him with Elmo. 

It didn't really work.

When the stylist brought out the razor he immediately broke down and tried to crawl away. Mommy was torn between documenting this momentous occasion or comforting her screaming child.

Bless the hairstylist for being quick. She was done in about 4 minutes and Ethan had a balloon, a sucker, and a clover cookie cutter to show for his bravery. 

Isn't my boy so handsome!

We went on our merry way with Ethan gleefully tugging on his new balloon and watching it bounce against the car roof.  He was glad his grandparents were there to give him lots of love and attention afterward.