First Haircut!

Dear Eli,

Against my wishes, you got your first hair cut Saturday morning!

Daddy thinks you are getting hot, and with the heat coming quickly, he didn't want you to get overheated this summer. He's probably right, but goodness, I so didn't want to cut off those locks. I have conflicting feelings.

The last long haired bath.

Sometimes the hair gets in your face, and you are starting to be very aware of it, and sometimes you even pull on it. You don't like your hair brushed, I'm sure the tangles hurt, and you look like a mad scientists sometimes. But, my oh my, do you look cute in those locks. It's the first thing people notice about you and we always get comments on it. I guess I like that you have a little something special about you. I felt like you would look like an ordinary boy if we cut it all off.

Breakfast at Mimi's after your cut!

So, on Saturday morning, we packed into the car, drove to Cookie Cutters in Bountiful and did the deed! You were excellent! Like usual, we worried about nothing and you surpassed our expectations. You got to sit in a little police car and watch cartoons while the stylist trimmed away. You didn't make a single peep. You just sat there like a good little boy and took it like a champ! You were awarded a blue balloon at the end, and were on our way. I can't believe how well you handle certain situations. We had all these ideas of what you would do. Cry, scream, not hold still, want to touch the scissors, be scared of the trimmers, but none of that happened! There was a little boy, probably 3-4 in there as well, and he was screaming his head off and crying. You didn't even acknowledge that you heard him. You really are the greatest kid ever!

The most handsome boy ever!

Of course you look cute in your new cut, and it's starting to grow on me, but...I think we'll grow your hair back out. We'll see how the summer treats us!