Lowe has been constantly running his hands through his hair and scratching at his head lately. It’s hot, and his hair was getting uncomfortable. So while it was fun for everyone to rub his shaggy head, we still had to admit it was time for a haircut.
This place around the corner from us is always busy, so that’s where we headed. I make it a practice to always choose barbers based on their own style, as you can see in the pictures below, this lady had style. We didn’t really say anything to Lowe, just walked in, lifted him up onto the chair, and stood back. He froze. Literally. His facial expression didn’t change for ten minutes. He just sat there unmoving, and unwilling to acknowledge any of us. Quite a difference from Ouest who won’t even go into a barbershop. She’s three and a half and has never had a professional haircut, meaning Lowe’s was our first.
Not until he was climbing down off the chair did he smile, and even then I think it was only because he finally got to go see the video game machine Ouest had been banging away on.
In the end the haircut was a success. He seems happier, and he must certainly be cooler. Forty pesos well spent.
Travelers tip: Always carry a roll of tinfoil, and some scotch tape with you. It’s the only way to darken a room.
Raise your hand if you remember your early days’ hair cuts. I distinctly remember sitting on these same padded boards slung across the arms of the barber chair—feeling so grown up with my dad and all these other men around. For anyone in the St. Paul area: My family barbershop was in Sun Ray Shopping Center at the corner of McKnight Road and I-94. But it wasn’t in the main shopping center—no, it was down an alley at the back of Applebaum’s supermarket. Why anybody would have ever opened up a business back there I will never understand. And yet, there it stood through most of my childhood. I wish I could remember the name of the place. I’ll have to ask my dad, I’m sure he will.
This is how we roll. You kids want to play? Here, here’s a rack of ice cubes, a pitcher, and a bowl. Go nuts. This resulted in at least two fights requiring the pulling apart of children. Ice cubes were a commodity not unlike gold.
Forgive me for all the pigeon pictures. Ouest just enjoys them too much, and it has now become a daily ritual. Plus the plaza is just a nice place to come down at the end of the day. We usually go up there around five, feed the birds, sit and enjoy watching all the other families coming through, and then head home for winding down before bed.
15 Comments on “First Haircut”
I love the way you censor the photos of Lowe. It gives me hope that I, too, can get away with lounging around in the nude without messing up our photos. But then I remember all of the other reasons why this isn’t a good idea. I mean, seriously, can you imagine the sunburn?
Lowe looks SO PRECIOUS! And the shots of his blonde locks on the barber chair… perfection. It took Zach YEARS to get over his hatred for hair cuts. Frankly at age 9 he still hates them, but he also hates long hair… so… at least now there is no screaming. We have a fabulous Greek barber who has known him since he was a tot and she just smiles and sings and no matter how much he moved, she just moved right along with him and kept cutting.
It’s amazing how a haircut can transform a baby into a little boy, so bittersweet!
Totally. Ali and I were thinking the same thing as we sat there watching him in that chair.
Lowe Bleu Schulte: the next Leonardo DiCaprio 🙂
A Mexican supermodel on each arm.
He’s such a bag boy. So handsome!
Such a bag boy! That’s a pretty good typo. 🙂
Knowing Fran that’s what she meant to say! 🙂
Seriously when I first saw that slicked back big boy hair, I almost cried. Wow.
How did Quest handle her brother’s haircut? You mentioned she was banging away on a video game. Was she interested at all? Do you wonder if his nonchalance will make her next haircut easier?
She couldn’t have cared less. All the accolades being heaped on Lowe and she was like, “Fine by me, he can have his haircuts.” For now Ali just snips her ends every few months, and really beyond that who cares. I don’t know any adults who are afraid of getting their hair cut. She’ll come around.
OMG that reminds me! one of my girls was DEATHLY afraid of haircuts so we just didn’t and now it is such a non issue that i don’t even remember which girl it was and they both enjoy haircuts. 🙂 go figure.
I love the photos and expressions during the hair cut.
I remember my first visit to a barber[ I was 10 I think]
My wife says that she remembers her first at 16.
When we went to New Guinea / Bougainvillea my wife started to cut my hair and continued to cut it until just recently.
Your blogs bring back memories of times gone past and still think of where we would be if we had not taken the plunge.
Keep doing what the kids enjoy and stay safe.
Cheers from sunny Queensland
good photos
Lowe is soo cute! The hair looks good and I loved all the pictures. He looked so quiet, he didn’t move while the lady was cutting the hair and I loved his faces as she cuts it!