Cutting People

Fact #1: Noah's Dad likes to cut people.  He does it for a living.

Fact #2: The only two people who have cut Noah's Dad's hair for the past four years, or so, have been Noah's Mom and Noah's Dad.

Fact #3: Noah's Mom has been known to get a trim from Noah's Dad, as well.

So, with all this in mind, who else would give Noah his first haircut?  At the age of 18 months and 5 days, we couldn't put it off any more.  His mullet was out of control.

Noah likes to have his hair brushed or combed.  In fact, if he can find his Mom's brush, sometimes he'll just start brushing his own hair.  That meant that at the beginning, he didn't protest a whole lot.  He was quite content, actually, despite those bangs hanging down in his eyes.

But then he started to sense that something was awry.  "Wait a second...  why are Mama and Dada taking pictures of me as I get my hair combed?"

"Abort!  Abort!  Run away!  This is weird.  Get me out of here!!!"

Fortunately, this was a team sport.  At the beginning, Mama cut, and Dada entertained - with the help of the camera.  Noah can rarely resist a camera, after all.

He didn't even know what hit him.  Before he knew it, the bangs were gone...

Then the hair hanging down over his ears...

He was confused... "Wait a second... didn't that stuff used to be on my head?  And wait a second... where are my pants?!?!"

But we explained to him that we are professionals, and really, he couldn't have trusted his styling to anyone more capable than us, and that set his mind at ease... but just a little.  He still didn't trust us fully, so he kept trying to show us exactly what his vision was for the new style.  "Just comb it like this, Mama, and give it a little more body," he kept telling us.  "I need volume!  It's all about the conditioner!"

And then Dada took over with the cutting, while Mama entertained.  Her entertaining didn't involve the camera as much, so it wasn't as well documented, but here's one shot for posterity's sake.

Noah felt so light and free after the cut was over.  He blissfully bid farewell to his baby locks and embraced his new boyhood style.  Look how happy he is!

 

And after any good hair cut, you've gotta get rid of those straggling pieces of hair, so a bath was in order...

But don't worry... We left plenty of hair on top...

For a high-quality mohawk!

Year and a Half...

Noah's old... not old as in he might've been the one who built the ark, but still - time flies. He still hasn't had his first haircut. And he still is baby-like in some ways. So, in an effort to cling to our baby as a baby, we decided to have another photo shoot. We've been told that once a baby has his/her first haircut, they seem much older, so why not document the last of his shagginess before we soon take the inevitable plunge of eliminating his mullet? And he sure knows how to strike a pose, so enjoy this little modeling session!

Happy Easter!

This wasn't Noah's first Easter, it's true... But it might as well have been, because last Easter, he wasn't really old enough to partake in any of the delights. He didn't know about the Easter Bunny. He couldn't walk to do an Easter Egg Hunt. He definitely couldn't eat Peeps - oh, wait, I was talking about positive things about Easter. Sorry. Well, he couldn't eat the chocolates. He slept right through church, so he didn't get to hear about the Resurrection. Really, it's almost like this year was his first Easter.

So, we went to church. He didn't sleep through it, but he did play in the childcare area the whole time, so I can't really say he got a lot out of that spiritually. But, then we got to go visit family. That's part of what any holiday is all about, right?

Actually, Noah is reading over my shoulder, and he just corrected me. He said that eating is what most holidays are all about, and the family is just around to make food and help him cut up his meat. Although, truth be told, if there's one thing Noah does well, it's cut things... Like father, like son.

Look at that dexterity! He doesn't even have to have things resting on a plate to cut them! He cuts his food in mid-air!

Noah realizes that when he was younger he may have had a little weight issue. He's working on that. Not so chunky, slowly slimming down. His mother reminds him occasionally that obesity at the age of 2 corresponds to adulthood obesity, and he certainly doesn't want that. So he's diligent about his exercises. He loves going out after a good meal and burning a few calories...

Or making someone else burn a few calories, as the case may be...

Fortunately for Noah, he had the luxury of a fancy play structure... and the luxury of a fun cousin to enjoy it with.

But there's more to enjoying a beautiful spring day than just crawling through a plastic tunnel. (I know, you're thinking to yourself, "Don't be ridiculous! Of course there isn't any more to a beautiful spring day than a plastic tunnel! What a silly thing to say!" Really, though. It's true! And I have photographic evidence below.

And really, once you see the picture, I think you'll realize what I'm talking about. And you, too, will understand and agree.

Bubbles! When is the last time you just ran around chasing bubbles? Try it. It's great. It's really a great thing to do with friends... and you'll get so excited that you just won't be able to help hugging them in celebration!

Don't be deceived into thinking that bubbles are just for little babies, though. it's a common misconception. Again, photographic proof below that it's just not true. Look again at the picture above of enjoying the bubbles, and then look below.

That's right... Noah's no baby. He's our little man. Look at him strike a pose! Babies don't put their hands in their pockets. Only big kids do that!

And of course, in addition to family and food and exercise, a good party should always include a doggie. Those of you who are devoted fans of this blog know what sound a doggie makes, thanks to Noah, so the next picture should seem even more life-like.

You're probably getting bored, thinking, "This post is the same as every post about family get-togethers... what about the Easter part?" What do you wanna see?

A basket?

An Easter Egg hunt?

Friendly competition for candy?

Not-so-friendly competition for candy?

You get to see it all here. This was a bonafide Easter party.

Paparazzi were everywhere, recording every second of action.

And when the Hunt was over, it was time to enjoy the spoils. Well, at least one piece of the spoils, since that's all Mom and Dad would allow...

Good thing there's family around to help unwrap those darned things...

And Noah went trick-or-treating to one house last Halloween, so he knows that Mom or Dad need to sample things before he eats them... you know, to make sure they're safe.

Once Noah was satisfied that no one was trying to poison him, though, he didn't hesitate.