Last week we finally decided that the dude needed a haircut, and we couldn't wait until the next time he saw his auntie the stylist. Sometimes I chop his bangs when they look long, but other than that, the only haircut he has had was by his auntie at Christmas. There were two other little boys getting their hair cut at the same time, which was nice, because Cohen loves watching what other little boys are doing.
While we waited, Cohen drove his bus over the magazines in the waiting area. When the stylist called his name, he ran after her right to his chair. Jon and I followed:)
He didn't love the cape, but he had his bus underneath, so he was ok. The cut took over ten minutes, and Cohen kept looking at us with a quivering lower lip, but he stayed strong and didn't shed a tear.
I have to admit I was tempted to tell the stylist to just do it super quick because we really don't care how it looks, as long as it is out of his eyes. But then I remembered that no one wants to be told how to do their job! She was awesome with Cohen, and seemed to know right when he had had enough. We were so proud of him!
