A New Beginning

This post has more meaning than a simple first haircut...

We haven't cut Vinny's hair since he was born just about three years ago. He has the best hair of all the children and we just couldn't cut those long golden curls.

In the past few months his hair has gotten a bit unruly. As evidenced in this lovely picture. Most days he has such a tangle in the back that it looks like we are starting dread locks. This is a photo of him on the Fourth of July. I included this picture because he's wearing all mama made. Whoo hoo. 

Daddy is the resident barber around here so the first haircut took place in our living room. About halfway through the haircut Vinny decided to get up and walk around. That made things a little tricky. Luckily the look we were going for is surfer shag so straight cuts aren't important. I have yet to get a decent photo of the new do. I will try soon.

...On to the THE BIG EFFIN' ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM...

Thank you to everyone who commented about my dad passing. It means more than I can express. I know I should write something about it soon. More for me than anything. I'm just in the denial stage right now and it's a nice place to hang out. My dad died 8 days after being diagnosed with cancer so needless to say we were all in shock.

The haircut is important because although my dad never said a thing about Vinny's hair I'm pretty sure he didn't really like how long it was getting but at the same time was so proud that he looks like such a little Dutch boy. He loved those pretty blond curls. Also, my dad is extremely proud of the blue eyes he has passed down to me and two of my children. It's like he could say that the Dutch gene is all powerful and overrides the Italian that Chef brings to the table. 

 {Hilversum, Holland 1961}

This haircut is in honor of my dad. A funny guy that loved to party.

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