Emma and Henry both lost their first locks at the age two. (Henry Has A Haircut and Emma Has A Haircut) Cora’s pretty curls lasted a whole year longer before succumbing to the inevitable blades of the coiffeuse.
I’d heard one too many, “What a cute little girl!” comments over the past few weeks and, one must admit, it was starting to get a bit disheveled. So, though we loved the little golden curls, it was finally time for Henry to go and have his first haircut. Continue reading
I finally got around to putting all of the first haircut pictures up. Read more about our first haircut experience in “Shave and a Haircut, 20 Bucks.”
After the haircut we spent the afternoon fingerpainting. Emma’s quite the artiste. She attacks the canvas with gusto! When I was a child, apparently, I didn’t want anything to do with fingerpainting because I would get dirty. Given what a slob I am now, this seems laughable (Marla can offer evidence).
Granma Northcutt has been politely suggesting a haircut for quite some time, but Marla and I weren’t convinced. It’s been getting longer and longer and finally we had to admit that being able to see was a little more important than having long, gorgeous locks. Continue reading