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| Joshua's First Haircut |
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| As you've already seen, it didn't begin well. Personally, I think it was more than the fact that some idiot mother (Josh's, not Jim's) scheduled his cut at what would normally be his naptime. (I think Kathie may have thought of this and held her tongue. Josh is blessed by a full complement of grandparents with remarkable tongue-gripping abilities) Add to that the fact that we lured him into the place by promises of letters to play with, and then, as soon as he had a couple in his fists, we whisked him into a chair with no letters anywhere. |
| These first pictures happened in the first, I don't know, three?, minutes of the experience. Then Tia, who may be a psychic in her spare time, hit on the idea of bubbles. That calmed him down nicely. I know the picture below isn't very good, technically, but pass your mouse over the picture to check out how beautiful the bubbles look. |
| I think it was around when I took the picture in the lower left that I started to cry. I mean, look at how grown up he's looking. He's totally a boy! No more baby. Sniff. |
| The first few minutes were pretty damn loud. I was amazed by the confident scissors of his hairdresser, whom we shall call Tia, because that may well be what she said her name was. |
| Grandma Kathie did more than her fair share of distracting Joshua. I don't guess you live through three kids and three grandkids without having a few tricks up your hip leather and leopard-print sleeves. |
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| He was doing so well, and then Tia had to take out the razor. Apparently, calling it a tickle-stick doesn't make it any less threatening. Even the tiger on the wall looks rather ominous, don't you think? |
| Stay tuned for the exciting before and after reveal. |