Another First

Last Friday we crossed another "first" off the list. After months of wavering, we finally took Gavin to get his first haircut. He didn't have a lot of hair on top, but the back was starting to grow out all mullet-like, so we decided to book him in at Beaners.

It was actually pretty anti-climatic. They sat him in a high-chair like stool that could move around and I'm certain it didn't take longer than 10 minutes, maybe even five. I don't know how Gavin felt about the whole thing, but I was at least hoping that he would get to sit in one of the cars or airplanes or whatever while they cut his hair. He did really well; in fact, I'm not sure he even really knew what was going on. At the end of it, they chose one of the longest pieces and attached it to a certificate. We saved a few more clippings in an envelope to put in his baby book.

(Which kind of makes me think...we save hair for what reason? So that he can look back and say, "Hey, at one time I had hair!" I'm not sure I get it, but whatever. I'll play along.)

He looks like such a little man now that the baby mullet is gone. We may have checked another "first" off the list, but I keep thinking about how every first for Gavin is also a last for me. It's yet another reminder of how fleeting this time is.