After two or three strangers telling us, "Oh, she's so cute!", we decided it was finally time to get Drew in for his first haircut. I don't think he looks like a girl, even with the long hair, as many of you have agreed. But it WAS getting long (when it was wet, it almost got in his eyes in the front and touched his back in the back), so it was time for a haircut...
(The before shot)
I took Drew to my friend Brandi, who does a great job cutting my hair (ironically, she grew up down the street from me in Brigham but I didn't meet her until I moved out here). I figured I wanted a professional to do it for the first time. I would have been way too nervous and probably took a chunk out somewhere. Drew cried a little at first, and fussed a little when she used the trimmers, but other than that, I just read to him and kept him distracted and he was very good.
Brandi put some folded up matts on her chair and put him in a cape that had arms. Everyone keeps asking if I was sad or nervous for his first haircut, but I wasn't because I wasn't doing it. :) Brandi did an awesome job, and I wasn't sad because I knew this was coming. I've actually been putting it off for a few weeks. Plus, I think most moms want their kids to stay little forever. I love this stage, but I don't want him to stay here. I'm excited to see him grow and learn, so this "rite of passage" into little manhood doesn't make me sad. He definitely looks more grown up and handsome.
I'm just glad that there's still enough to get mussed during his nap. I think it looks so good, but a little hard to get used to. It's quite short, but hey, he IS a boy...
(post-nap)
