Bye-Bye Baby Mullet

Weston got his first (official) haircut yesterday! I say official, because I snipped the hairs around his ears at home once after noticing that they were way too long and were starting to make Weston look like a neglected backwoods child. But this time, we went to a proper salon (Supercuts) and gave him a proper haircut.

There were three of us: the stylist, Tim, and me. We all had different responsibilities:

Stylist: cut Weston's delicate, gossamer blond hair while he's crying, shaking his head, and flailing back and forth, while maintaining a completely steady hand and calm demeanor and avoiding any injury whatsoever.

Tim: hold Weston's head in place and talk gently to him, in order to decrease his crying, shaking, and flailing and therefore (hopefully) avoid injury.

Jean: take pictures and maintain a constant flow of Cheerios and cereal puffs into Weston's mouth.

All in all, it went great! Teamwork pays off. Here's the photo recap:

BEFORE picture #1 (Weston has a bump on his eye and a scab on his nose right now, which of course is perfect timing for his one-year portraits, so he's looking extra sad and disheveled here):

BEFORE picture #2:
Exploring the salon:

The stylist sits him down, snaps on a smock (which Weston does NOT enjoy), and examines his hair:

The cutting begins:

Tim was Weston's moral support:

Placing a cereal puff into Weston's mouth (before Mommy took over that job):

The cutting continues:

He's actually doing pretty well, and the stylist is a pro at keeping cool:

Hanging in there:

And we're done!

This was the crazy setup that we used to make Weston tall enough:

AFTER picture #1:

AFTER picture #2: