Birthdays and Haircuts

Micah’s birthday was yesterday, and he turned 3.

We celebrated with his extended family on Sunday night, including parents, his brother, all but one of his grandparents, a dear family friend, and his Aunt Andra and Uncle Emmett. Everyone got the memo that Micah likes trucks and other vehicles, because his presents included a bulldozer, a fire engine, and a cement mixer (or, as Micah calls it, a mix mixer).

Yesterday, however, the emphasis was on the boys getting their first-ever haircut from a for-real barber (complete with a revolving barber pole). Up until then, all haircuts had come from their mama, who understandably had trouble cutting off very many of their curls.

I was tickled by the fact that 6-year-old Joseph had a clear idea about what kind of hair cut he wanted. Apparently he had seen it on one of the high school aged camp counselors this summer. Buzzed short on the sides and left long on the top. Mama Lauren was on board; Mom Heather could barely stand to watch them cut off Joseph’s curls.

Here is what the boys looked like before they took their seat in the barber chair…..

 

Joseph before haircut

Joseph before haircut

 

Micah before haircut

Micah before haircut

At first, Joseph wasn’t too sure about the clippers. When he realized it didn’t hurt, he relaxed and let the barber have his way. It didn’t take too long before little Joseph looked like a grown-up boy…..

Joseph and his barber, Todd.

Joseph and his barber, Todd.

For his part, Micah didn’t really care what his haircut looked like, he just knew he wanted to be sitting in the chair getting appropriate attention. After all, it was his birthday. He was very good and not wiggly enough to cause the barber much angst. His haircut wasn’t as great a change as was Joseph’s….

 

Micah has the wet-head look while he gets his curls trimmed.

Micah has the wet-head look while he gets his curls trimmed.

 

 

imagePapa got his hair cut as well, but he didn’t look cute enough to warrant a photo.

Afterwards we went out for burgers, cheesesteaks, fish-and-chips, and pizza to celebrate before going home to rest. Let me just tell you I have never before seen pizza dunked into catsup, but who am I to judge? It seemed delicious judging from the fact that they ate the entire pizza. When there was only one little corner of a piece left, Joseph assured me there was just that very same amount of space left in his tummy. Thank goodness. It seemed to fit. And, we also had pizza for dinner last night. Joseph ate four pieces of sausage and pepperoni. A McLain, for sure.