bonzo got his first haircut over the weekend.
two and a half years of growth (granted there wasn't much going on in the growth-department for his first year) left him with quite the shaggy mop. which i loved.
anyone who knows me knows i love me some messy hair. my grandmother used to say, "it looks like you combed your hair with an eggbeater!" to me every time she saw me. and it was true. so i was down to let bonzo's hair get long and crazy. but it was starting to go from crazy to cray-zee. not off the charts or anything but the time had been upon us for a while. i just had to come to grips with reality: it was going to need a cut.
so after a week of playing haircut in preparation, we went to the salon – or barber shop as bonzo refers
to it – to get it cut by a homey. trimmed, really. i wanted to keep the length but just give it a bit of shape. and that's exactly what went down.
here's my guy the morning of.
don't think i wasn't having serious second thoughts about our 4 o'clock appointment.
(ps: this photo doesn't really do the mop much justice.)
bonzo was a super trooper at the salon.
i expected some hesitation – and maybe some tears – so we'd been "cutting hair" all week with bonzo's trusty play-doh scissors. we went through all the steps at home: the chair would go up and down, the cape (flour sack dish towel) would be draped over his shoulders then his hair would be sprayed, combed and cut. i was bonzo's barber and he was mine. we inspected my blowdryer thoroughly. listened to the sound it made and talked about the sounds we'd hear at the salon.
then we showed up for our appointment and hoped for the best. and bonzo ruled. no tears were shed. not even by me.
the front's always been a little shorter so it stayed about the same length and the back got snipped. little curls fell to the ground – only to be picked up and put in a ziplock.
here's bonz right when we got home, smiling about the results:
and here he is the next day. i'm pretty sure haircuts make you run faster:
and, just like that, he went from cute to cuter. i didn't think it was possible but... turns out, it just keeps on happening.