First Haircut

After months of dancing around the subject, we finally decided to get Finley a haircut. The timing was just perfect to do it down in NY and so Grandpa Murray made an appointment at Young and Classy with Rosie. Why a yankee haircut you ask? Well, Rosie just happens to be the same stylist who gave Dan his first haircut just about 30 years ago!! She cuts Murray's hair regularly and was honored to have the chance to cut Finley's.

I plopped him down on my lap after he gave kind greetings and smiles to everyone in the shop. I got a smock and so did Finley. With grandparents and his dad and I looking on, Finley submitted to this ritual without so much as a peep.

I won't go as far as to say that he enjoyed it, but he didn't cry and only wriggled around at the end. I think he was a bit petrified and therefore froze up a bit while it was happening. Dan and Murray snapped some good photos and we all weighed in on the final product.

He's smiling here if you can see and we agreed--it was a great cut!

A few final touches and Rosie finished up. She remarked over and over again how amazingly well behaved our guy was. Since his hair was still a bit damp when she was done, she asked if she could blow dry him a little. We all knew he would probably flip, but gave her the go ahead. We were right and he quickly let us know this wasn't cool.

Thankfully, he recovered quickly and enjoyed getting brushed off with the big brush.

Since our trio family pictures are few and far between, I thought we should grab one.

Well, we tried. At least you can see how nicely his hair was trimmed in the back. I think he hadn't quite forgiven us for the whole ordeal. But once he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and everyone smiling back at him, all was right with the world.

Good job, Finley, another milestone to check off the list and you clearly handled your first trim far better than your father back in February of 1980!