Quinn's First Haircut

I don't know why, but it's a little a heartbreaking to trim off your baby's locks. My husband thinks I'm silly to get teary eyed over the moment, but then again, he's a man who didn't carry the baby for nine months in an expanding belly. So, for weeks, I've been putting off the inevitable, having Quinn's long-ish hair trimmed. But alas, on Sunday morning, he awoke with crazy hair. Like he had escaped from Who-ville hair.

So, off we went to Melonheads with its colourful walls and television screens displaying Thomas the Tank Engine. At first, Quinn seem enthralled by this new environment and all of the little people in there. But once we were told to select a chair, things took a turn for the worse.
Quinn started screaming the moment his butt made contact with the colourful Nemo barber seat at the children's hair salon.

The tears soon followed. The solution was to have Mommy hold Quinn in her lap. We were both covered with snippets of hair by the end of that traumatic event.

But in the end, a very cute little boy emerged, red eyes and all.
 Before:

 And after: