The Before look: Having a laugh with his big sister in the back of my truck a couple of weeks ago.
I’m in suspense waiting to see my grandson’s new look.
During the cut…
I learned from Facebook that he had his first haircut over the weekend, and I haven’t seen him yet.
I’m told his aunt, who is a professional at this, went easy on him, and that he’s sort of just down to, say, early-Beatles length rather than the late-60s look he’s had the last couple of months.
So it’s not like he has a crewcut or a high-and-tight or anything. It’s not like John Candy in “Stripes.”
That’s good. Because I very much like him the way he was.
I get to see him when he spends the night at our house tomorrow night. I’ll just have to wait until then.
Yes, when you get to be a grandfather, you go around thinking about stuff like this. You don’t want people making your grandchildren grow up too fast, because they’re so much fun as they are.
Also, hair length is more of an issue to us Boomers than to other generations…
Sharing a flower with Big Sister. Not that he’s a hippy or anything…
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“They cut off his big, blonde locks, I’m told, and when he went on maneuvers, Joe caught cold.”
— “Surfer Joe,” The Surfaris
You don’t remember that one? It was the flip side of “Wipeout.”
Mohawk!
Just hope it looks better than Surfer Joe. (The trim OR the song.)
Still longish on the sides. I’d call it kind of “hipster.” He’s still pretty cute 🙂
I’d have cut the sides & front and left the back long for a classic mullet cut.
Business in the front, party in the back!
It’ll grow back:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbF-bBBbDsk
Turns out I’ll be seeing the kids tonight, not last night.
A bigger worry at the moment is that he likes to climb up and stand in the middle of the kitchen table now. Pull the chairs away so that he has nothing to climb on, and he pulls them right back. Don’t know why he feels compelled to climb the table, other than the fact that it’s THERE.
My baby girl climbs into her high chair whenever she feels like it, or onto any other available object. She’s fearless, but not that sure-footed.
Our first child used to dive head-first out of her high chair if she wasn’t tied into it. It’s like she thought that’s what it was for. Back then, they didn’t come with straps, so we had to improvise a restraint using one of those halter-leash things they make for toddlers. Which, as I recall, we never used at any other time. Don’t know where we got it.
We don’t use high chairs any more. This little guy sits in a sort of rubber booster-seat thing that’s hard to climb out of.
The George Mallory reason.