Thatcher's first haircut

I've been putting it off for weeks and weeks because I didn't want my baby to look like a big boy. But it was time. Thatcher's baby mullet was out of control. I decided to tackle his first haircut at home at a friend's suggestion. Less drama, less money and less pressure.

First, we bribed him with Fig Newtons. And the dog (whom he adores).

Then, in true mom fashion, I documented the perfect baby mullet with one or two three hundred last photos.

I reminded the husband how to use the camera and made my best pouty face. Among the things in this world I don't like are change and babies that grow up. Admittedly, though, I learned that my pouty face is ugly, so that's a good reason not to pout much.

And then we got to the fun part! At one point I was holding Thatcher's precious baby hair in my hand and asked the husband to get a zip loc bag. He asked why, and I explained that I wanted to save Thatcher's hair. He looked at my like I was insane, but thankfully the fact that I had scissors in my hand meant that he listened to me. I kid, I kid. He still doesn't know why I saved it, though. 

Beyond one or two small mistakes, his hair came out well. I think he was much more cooperative in our backyard than he ever would have been at a strange salon.

We've had a fabulous weekend that included a date night to The Lion King on Friday, another birthday party and two trips to the playground. Thatcher absolutely loves the playground right now, and the husband finally got to see it in action!

I don't ever want this gorgeous spring weather to end because we are loving being outside!