Haircut!

Hosea’s locks were so sweet with the soft curls touching his neck and ears.  The light blonde glistened and the wisps would fly in the wind.  His ‘do earned him the name “angel boy” at the babysitter.  And his sweet nature helps him live up to it.  But, alas, we had to trim the curls.  At 15 months, the hair had turned into a catch-all for peanut butter, snot and anything sticky.

We took him to a neat little shop that his wonderful big brother, Gibson, loves to go.  Cookie Cutters, is a “salon” for kids only.  A bit overpriced, but I know that when we go, the boy  boys hold still.  I really wish I could just cut their hair myself, but I’m too scared!  They sit in firetrucks, airplanes or, our favorite, trains while they watch a movie of their choice and the stylist works her magic.  There is even a slide to pass the wait time…although we’ve never had to wait more than 5 minutes.

The moment was memorable and Hosea held so still like a big boy.  He received the “gentleman’s cut” and even chucked when the clippers went around his little ears.

Lovely little locks!

Excuse the nose crusties...we're battling a cold!

Gibson even got his hair cut! (Complete with grape scented hair gel)

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