Last weekend was one of the great child milestones: the first haircut.
Despite multiple exposures to the neighborhood barber, Asher found this experience unsettling. It was just me and him, so I had to keep him strapped into the stroller while I got my haircut, and you know how much he likes being hemmed in.
When it was his turn, he did not like the chair or the apron at all. I had to hold him in my lap, and even then he was a squirmy worm while the barber did his thing. Mercifully, the barber and I both decided to keep things simple, so we just shaved everything off - no fade, no lines, no muss, no fuss.
It's weird seeing Asher without his hair. He's still cute bald, but we think we're going to let him grow it out again. Til then,
the soft brush is our friend!