Ramsey's First "Big Boy" Haircut

*Sigh*   It's been time (for a while now) for Ramsey to have his first "big boy" haircut.   I've been reluctant, as I figured that once we hack off his hair, he's going to look like the little boy that he is growing into and  not like my little baby anymore!

For the last few months, I had been trying to snip a little here and trim a little there (just to get by so my kid didn't look like a sheepdog), but those attempts were quite unsuccessful and left Ramsey with a quasi mullet.   (Way to go, self!)  It seemed that (recently) each piece of hair had developed nerve endings, whereas each time I would cut one, he would scream.  (Really... not just whimper, scream!)  It was almost as if he was Sampson and, by allowing me to cut off his hair, he knew he would be losing his power. lol   Or, maybe he was just really sad to see his hair go bye-bye?!?    That must be it!?

Alas, with family pictures coming up this weekend, something drastic had to be done... quickly.  Professional stylist and Godmomma Shana was called for her talent and expertise.  

When we arrived, Ramsey was greeted with hugs and kisses.   Then, when it was time for business, she plopped the kiddie booster onto her styling chair.  Ramsey hated that idea and immediately wanted down.  We tried coaxing him to stay there with treats, toys, and his bottle.  Not a chance!  So, down he went.   Shana then got out her perm rods for him to play with on the floor.  Aha!  Great idea.  That worked!

For about two minutes.  :-)
Once Shana started snipping a little more, even her great-with-children ways and charming coos were futile efforts.  He pitched quite a stink for the next five minutes and Mommy had to hold him as he wrestled.  It was quite a sight!   Shana joked with Ramsey, telling him that he was "acting just like his mother"!   ha  No comment. :-)

He settled down after a bit and Shana was able to finish the haircut.

Voila!  Big Boy haircut.  :-)  

And, I promised to get him back there more often so haircuts wouldn't always be so scary!  

A funny little sidenote (and probably a had-to-be-there moment):

On the way home, Ramsey was awfully silent.  He'd already napped on the way to town, so I just figured he was being good and playing with his little space monkey or matchbox cars.  When I opened the back door to get him out of his car seat, he was covered in dozens of Nana Karen's cracker snacks that she had just bought from the store.  He had also tossed other items she'd purchased (the ones he could reach) out of the sacks.

He thought this was rather funny!

The last time I brought him home from seeing Shana, he had taken all of the Kleenex out of two different boxes and threw wads of them all over the back seat.  I am happy he could only reach the groceries this time.  :-)    Little stinker.  MUAH!