I probably could have postponed Hudson's first haircut until, umm, forever....
but after nearly three years without so much as a trim,
I knew that he would benefit from a cute little cut.
So, last week, I took him to see my hair stylist and friend, Sherri.
Before arriving, I explained to him that he was going to get his hair cut.
At first, he seemed a bit unsure,
but from the moment we entered into the bustling salon,
he put on his brave face.
While waiting for our appointment, he happily sat in the cushy velvet couch,
listening to the sounds of snip snip snip from all around,
and waving at the pretty girls who oohed and aaahed about what a cute little boy he was.
When it was time for him to climb up in the chair,
he was so very sweet,
smiling and politely answering all of Sherri's questions.
His little eyes fluttered as the first snips caused a tiny trickle of hair to tickle his face,
and every time he caught a glimpse of himself in the oversized mirror,
he looked so happy.
I couldn't have been prouder of my sweet boy.
Hudson's first haircut was a big success,
resulting in the most precious little curly 'do
and no tears.
(from him OR me.)