Parker's First "Real" Haircut

So, the boys are finally here and I couldn't be happier about it. This house was sorely lacking in the chaos department and that has certainly been remedied. After a lazy morning and a late brunch, the Irishman and Parker went to the local barber shop to get proper hair cuts.



This place was like something out of the 1950s. First off, it smelled like my dad (a combination of Old Spice and hair tonic). They had old advertisements on the walls and two older men were in the chairs for a cut and shave when we walked in. We had about a 15 minute wait before it was Parker's turn in the chair.



He seemed a little apprehensive, but he got the chance to watch the previous two gentlemen getting their hair cut so he knew what to expect. I told him to sit very still and he listened.



He acted as if this was something that he did on a daily basis.



In fact, he looked bored out of his mind.



"Frankly my dear, I just don't give a damn." (Sorry, I just read Gone With The Wind and it made quite an impact).

He was cool as a cucumber until he caught a glimpse of his father in the next chair. He dropped the nonchalant facade and broke into this cheesy face. When Parker makes this face, he looks exactly like his father. It's uncanny.



Yup, he was a real champ and even sat still long enough for the barber to clean up the edges of his hairline.



Like in everything else, Parker's poise surprised me. Some stranger was buzzing and chopping around his face and he barely blinked. The barber couldn't believe that Parker was not yet 3 years old and his only feedback was that the trimmer "tickled." I don't know what we did to deserve such a gentle and loving little boy, but we'll take it!