Hauck's Nest: Max's 1st Haircut

It's so crazy that this time last year Max was rocking a pretty intense chrome dome.

Did you forget? Let me remind you.

(poor thing ... the light is reflecting off his bald head)

You see - although he was born with a full head of dark hair...by about week four it

started falling out (especially on the top and up front).

(starting to grow a little peach fuzz on top)

Thankfully this phase didn't last too long and in a matter of a month or two he was starting to re-grow it. And it kept growing....and growing! When we went to Florida in November of 2013, we joked that the humidity was turning it curly.

(the curly hair starts to emerge!)

But, the joke was actually on us - because around month 10 we really began to see the curls! And lots of them. And I not so secretyly LOVED them.

You see - people had been telling me forever how he just looked like a mini Rob.

And, while it was true and adorable...when the curly hair showed up,

it was like I had passed on a little piece of me!

(But, hopefully with less hair products and years of angst

trying to figure out the best way to manage the curls).

(another side note: everyone also says his eyes look so much like mine...)

Fast forward to about a month ago and I really began to notice how big his hair was getting.

But, I couldn't even bare to think about getting it cut. I love it so much. I worry (probably too much) that it won't be curly forever. Rob always brushes it flat in the bath and then I do my best to rough it back up when I'm drying him off. And, I'm elated when I get him from the crib in the morning and the curls are back in full force!

Then, I started noticing how the curls had started to crop up over his ears and sometimes he would play with them. Maybe they annoyed him? And, then when we were in Oregon I began to notice that at times his hair would be a little Bozo clown looking.

All this to say - last Saturday found Mr.Max at Salon Lofts in Dublin in the chair of my stylist.

Everyone had warned me that I would cry. (I didn't). And also to save some of the locks (I did). They also warned that he would no longer look like my baby...but a big boy. I had prepared myself for all of these things. But, when the time came - I didn't have chance to really worry. It was all over in a matter of about 10 minutes.

I sat on the chair - Halley put the cape on and Max sat in my lap. Halley sprayed him down (which went suprisingly well because he doesn't like getting his hair wet in the bath).