Conor's first haircut

Those of you who have multiple children may be able to relate to this post. For our first child, Kate, we photographed every moment of her life. Her first coo, her first smile, her first roll, she raised her hand. We took so many pictures of her that when I look at pictures now, I am not sure what the picture is showing. Was she twitching her nose? Rubbing her arm? Why do we have ten pictures of the same photo? I remember sqealing with delight after every move she made. We would clap with encouragement after her first attempt at pulling herself up, dance around her and sing "patty cake" when she first learned to clap, and march to a salsa beat singing "Pee pee in the potty" following her first attempt at using the restroom.

Poor Conor, on the other hand, is lucky if we can locate the camera, much less think to grab it for a photo opportunity. Similarly, Conor doesn't always receive the entertainment his sister did for the same wonderful first moments. Hence, this post. Last night, instead of taking Conor to the salon for his first haircut, complete with certificate and cartoon draped smock, we opted for the bathroom vanity and my husband's set of shears. Conor sat in the basin, Katie on the toilet (to cheer him along), I made funny faces at Conor in the mirror, and Daddy did the deed. "You look handsome, Buddy," Katie kept saying. "Daddy is handsome" (giggle, giggle). Thankfully, she didn't cry out "my turn" when we were done!

So, I apologize dearest Conor, for the lack of fancy certificates and cartoon draped smocks. Please know we love you dearly, and that I will always remember the location and fun that came along with your first haircut! You are truly, "so handsome!"