First Haircut

It was all hands on deck for David's first hair cut.

If David dislikes anything, it is the feeling of being pinned down.

My hands on his head resembled this feeling to him, and he was as good of a sport as he could manage while we tried to trim a few fly-aways.

First we had to get the "first curl" lock of hair:

He was trying to look up to see what was happening at the back of his head, squirm away from my hands or push them away the entire time--but surprisingly he didn't cry during the haircut.

We tried a few distractions--this sucker was a one-lick wonder. He tried it once, then he kept throwing it down any time we would hand it back to him after that initial taste.

The fishing pole we brought back as a plane toy worked for a few minutes while he tried to ignore my hands on his head.

And he even humored us and did a few "airplane arms" on demand--probably hoping that something he did would win him his freedom.

After a while, he kept begging for Aunt Capri to get him out of the chair.

When that didn't work, he worked on begging Daddy for help.

The thing we forgot was a before and after picture--but suffice it to say that the long hairs got trimmed.

We love our handsome boy!