At least that's what I keep telling myself. I walked into the children's hair salon telling myself that I wasn't going to get emotional. As you can imagine being 7 1/2 months pregnant didn't help the situation. I was holding back the tears. It's actually happening, my baby is growing up and getting his first haircut.
I was there with camera in hand to capture the moment and hubby was there too. The hairdresser asked hubby to put out his hand to catch the first few hairs that she cut. Hubby held out his hand and caught them. As I was still snapping away and totally caught up in the moment, I noticed hubby was looking around.
"Where's a trash can?" he asked.
Almost in unison the hairdresser and I both said, "No, you don't throw that hair away!!"
He looked confused. (he's a man give him grace)
I explained that we are going to save those few locks and put them in little man's baby book. He laughed and placed the locks in an envelope.
Little man did great! He actually seemed to enjoy it.
Now he doesn't look so scraggly, he looks like a little boy.
Yesterday while hubby was out of town I went shopping with my sisters and little man. When leaving the store we noticed I had a flat tire. I was thankful my handy sister was with me. She knows how to change a flat!
She started to change it when a man walked up and offered to take care of it for us. I'm sure we were quite the sight. (Three women, 1 being pregnant, and 1 baby.) His help was greatly appreciated by us and my husband!!
I hope you all had a great weekend!