Our little man's makeover

I can't believe how long it took me to take Ryan for his first haircut. He needed it for at least two months before I could finally get it done, and I cried in the salon afterward, while Hunter gave the woman a 50 percent tip for dealing with Ryan's craziness and my mother took him outside to run around.

Yes, me, tearing up over HAIR. Of course I know it wasn't just about that. He didn't look like a baby any more. Even though he hasn't looked like a baby in awhile, I wanted to hang onto his silky locks just a little longer.

And I was right -- his hair feels different. Now, at the end of every day, it's practically crunchy with dirt and sweat and little boy-ness. He'll lose the sweet skin, chubby thighs and soft neck soon enough. It's happening too fast.

I thought I'd make this a funny post about the evolution of Ryan's hair, so thanks for indulging my emotions. Here's a look at Ry-guy's hair from the beginning.

Poor little greaseball:



The cat once had this look when I got aggressive with the Furminator:


The shot that will live in infamy:


Here, we try the Past-His-Prime Lounge Singer look:


Aaaaaand, it grows back in and he looks like a Marine.


It starts to flip...


... which he comes by honestly.


Now we move into Alfalfa territory.


It was about now that I started to know that he needed a cut. Let's enter the photographic phase of denial!









My mom visited a few weeks ago, and we got his 18-month pictures made and had his hair cut the next day. This was taken the morning of the cut. LOOK at those curls. They've never looked so good, and I know it was just to mock me.




What are you planning, Mom?

He did not like the experience. Toward the end, Hunter gave him a sucker, which was a GREAT idea that we should have done first, not last. Apparently 18 verses of "Wheels on the Bus" is NOT calming in the face of scissors.

Next time we will go to a place designed for kids cuts. Maybe he won't squirm the whole time, and I won't have to hold him and breathe hair.






Look at that. Two KIDS. Oh, my heart.