Jack got his first big boy haircut this week. It happened by accident really. Up until now I just tell the barber to do the best to get the hair off the neck and out of his eyes. Jack usually lasts about 5 minutes before melting down. This time I sang songs with him while Mr. Ray at All Cuts worked his magic. He did a little bit at a time so as not to "get into something that Jack won't let us finish." With the exception of the clippers, Jack was a real trooper and managed to get his first truly short 'do since he grew hair.
I'm not sure I was ready to have the beach hair chopped, but I wanted to strike while the iron was hot as long as Jack was having a positive hair cut experience.
The funny thing is, I think Jack sees himself as older now with the new cut. He's talking more and even made improvements with potty usage (don't ask). Now if he will just make his own bed...
