My little boy had his first haircut this past week. His hair wasn’t growing in his face or anything, but it was looking a bit homeless-ish. His “mohawk area” was much longer than the hair on the rest of his head and it was looking a bit funny. So, I took some scissors to it. But first, I took a bunch of photos. Because everyone knows you need to take before and after photos of a kid’s first haircut. (No? Just me? I’m a bit obsessive, I’ll admit.)
I took these right after his bath, so his curls would be at their finest. His hair isn’t as curly as his sisters’ hair was at this age, but he’s still got some ringlets. They die down after a few hours, though.
I sat him in the bathroom sink, in front of the mirror so he could watch, and chopped away at the longer pieces. And yes, OF COURSE I kept a couple of the best curls in a ziplock baggie so that he can have them for ever and ever. OF COURSE I DID.
The difference wasn’t very noticeable unless you spend a lot of time around Preston. It was still uneven, though, so this morning I took the clippers to his head. I sat him in the sink again and installed the longest clip-on thingy (26mm) and hacked away. He wasn’t a huge fan, but he didn’t cry at all. It was more that I was getting in the way of his trying to figure out how to turn on the taps. It’s not perfect, but at least it’s (mostly) even.
Mr. Presto has had a cold for the last week and I’m about done with having green snot wiped on my clothes two minutes after getting dressed. It’s gross. First-thing-in-the-morning sneezes are the grossest. And his breathing sounds like coffee percolating. Thank goodness for Zarbee’s.
I was given a couple samples of Zarbee’s cough syrup when I was at Blissdom, and after using those, I went out and bought a bottle of it at the drug store. The stuff works. It’s basically just honey, zinc, and vitamin C, and it’s fantastic. (I was not paid to say this.)
Here’s hoping my boy feels better in the next couple days, because on Thursday our kid count goes up to five. We’re doing some respite foster care for friends of ours, adding a one-year-old and a three-year-old to our brood for four days. Yes, I’m crazy. But you already knew that.
Over and out.