invitation to forth: First Hair Cut

Mr.F has one of those amazing grandmothers that can do anything. We like to call her Lucy. One of the things she does best is cut hair. Some ridiculous person talked her out of doing it professionally so now we get to reap the benefits of her talents for free!

As you can see in this post Mr. F's hair was getting a bit long but I had some sentimental ties to those scraggly little curls. They were his first! Cutting them meant another mile stone he was passing. I was per usual, neurotic about the whole situation. Thankfully, Lucy is sane and took care of both of us. She had this fantastic idea to not put him in a strange place and make him sit perfectly still and then bring scissors close to his face and hope for the best. Instead, she did it in her living room (barber shop) while he played Hungry Hippos. He even almost understood that the hippos were supposed to eat those little marbles...not him. My sweet (ok not so sweet) boy is already growing up so fast! Yes, apparently every parent must say that at least once. Somehow, thanks to Lucy, we both survived this monumental event. Now he looks like a big boy but kind of adorable ;)