Our adventure started out with lots of big ole bumps and dips and I-want-to-go-backs. And has evolved into a place to chronicle it all: the sweet, the contemplative, the painful, and the please-say-I'm-not-alone...Welcome. And please say I'm not alone.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The infamous first cut
Well, technically I butchered Jackson's hair awhile back and got TOTAL flack for it from Scott. But when Lynette was visiting (MUCH MORE ON THAT LATER!), we decided to go to "Little Dudes and Divas," a place here in Rochester that - as the title indicates - is kid-friendly-to-the-max, to get the first REAL cut.
The pictures tell all.
So far OK...
Mild panic begins
Reached full escalation to severe panic (holding onto bribery sucker, but not gotten the first mesmerizing suck yet)
Ahh.... there we go. First-time-ever-sucker sooths all panic. Hair cut over.