First Haircut

Tonight I took my little man to get his first haircut. We have been loving the gorgeous, curly red locks, but it's been getting a tad unruly as of late. Too much Einstein and Don King, not enough scholarly Milici hair.

Check this out. Not a bad seat, eh?

The salon had so many kid-friendly distractions, Durkin didn't even know he was getting his hair cut until she got near his ears, and then he was all, you-don't-need-to-touch-my-ears thankyouverymuch... and where-did-you-come-from-anyway-lady?

Here are some photos from our excursion. I love my little 2-yr-old. He's so much fun!

A red airplane (that he could steer, yeah!), a pink balloon, a box full of toys... no wonder he didn't notice anything else.

Here is the don't-touch-my-ears discussion. Notice the comb in D's hands. Li'l helper.


After shots!
-- front --
-- back --

(thanks, Chiko, for the recommendation)