Woo hoo! Did you just read that?
Little baby Owen decided to start potty training all on his own (I suppose he's watched his brother for awhile now and gets the whole gist of things) and went pee and poop on the potty today.
Not a baby anymore, folks.
For reals.
HOORAY!
Okay, fun times in the bathroom, but we'll get on to the more photogenic moment: First haircut.
FIRST HAIRS CUT
Up until today Owen was sporting something of a comb-over mullet. It was actually rather amusing to see. Long with pig tail curls in the back, long on top, but short on the sides. His little bangs were getting in his eyes and it was finally time to get a haircut, a few days after turning 17 months.
So to Kids Hair we went.
Here are the before photos. See those long bangs? That look on his face like "what do you guys think you are doing?"
Up until today Owen was sporting something of a comb-over mullet. It was actually rather amusing to see. Long with pig tail curls in the back, long on top, but short on the sides. His little bangs were getting in his eyes and it was finally time to get a haircut, a few days after turning 17 months.
So to Kids Hair we went.
Here are the before photos. See those long bangs? That look on his face like "what do you guys think you are doing?"
Getting ready for the first clips. Bye bye baby curls.
Here we go, time for clipping. At first Owen sort of looked a bit uncertain, but then he spotted the TV that kids hair puts in their stalls. Then he became a zombie baby. Seriously. He was drooling.
I'm not kidding. He was drooling all over the place. I hope that it was because of his teething molars, otherwise I'm pretty sure the TV put him in some sort of seizure/coma thing.
Lots more cutting and even a spiky little hairdoo to see exactly how long his little bangs were.
Long. Like to the bridge of his nose.
Clip, clip, clip....
He even braved the little clippers to buzz around his ears and neck.
The whole time Collin sat in the chair next to Owen and said things like "good job Owen" when he was also fixated on the TV. I love watching Collin when he's being a good big brother. Its adorable.
And then the hairdryer. Which I'm pretty sure he gave the stink-eye to.
And all the sudden he looked so old. Really old. Like a little boy. I nearly shed a tear.
Really folks, what kind of mom almost cries at Kids Hair?
This one.
And here we are. Such a big boy.
So brave at Kids Hair.
Not even a peep of unrest.
Sigh.
All done. Time to go home. Two peas in a pod.
1 comment:
Bottom pic is mos def a framer, mom. -ChaCha
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