May 31, 2000 - Wednesday
We did it. We finally cut Harry's hair. It was, of course, getting a little ridiculous, but we weren't really sure how to approach it. We did try once - sat him down on his mother's lap, me with scissors in hand - but chickened out because he was moving his head so much and because scissors are sharp. We thought maybe we ought to wait until he was asleep, but that somehow put it off for a couple more weeks. Then we talked to someone who said they cut their son's hair while he was awake, only noting the importance of having someone else available to hold him still.

I guess we got it done, but our timing was awful. We did it after dinner right about the time Harry was getting tired and ready for sleeping. He did not like being held stationary for that long and gave us plenty of the Boo-Hoo face, though I tend to doubt he had any idea or traumatic episode about the haircut itself. And least I hope that's the case, lest he be scarred for haircuts to come. Eventually, we quit and waited for him to fall completely asleep as we originally planned and, aside for needing to continually prop his head up, it worked quite well.

After finishing, I noted my first bit of apprehension that Harry is getting older. In a silly way, cutting off Harry's flailing hair sets him on the road to growing up and the infant we had is off to becoming a person. That baby with the crazy hair is, in one sense, gone for ever. At least we have pictures...plenty of pictures.


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