Sometimes you have a baby born with a little hair, and then that baby’s hair falls out and doesn’t really grow back in for two and a half years. And sometimes you look at that child, the one who was practically bald a year ago, and say, “He doesn’t need a haircut yet. His curls are so cute! He worked so hard on growing that hair. How can I cut it?”
One day, you look at your child and realize he’s starting to look a little unkept, as if he’s one of those dirty hillbilly babies that run around in a dirty diaper and no shoes, sporting a red Kool-Aid ring around their mouths…permanently.
Then you realize the time has come. It’s haircut time.
We took Luke to Disney for his first haircut because why not, right? They have a haircut package that includes some little mouse ears, a “certificate of bravery” and of course the haircut with the cutest little old school barber.
See me in the back taking pictures and trying not to cry? Yeah….I cried.
First curls cut off….*sob* and they gave them to us in a little baggie to take home. I think that might be one step closer to full hoarder status.
The finished product! He was given a whole roll of stickers and that Dusty Crophopper light up toy (“fan”) and thought he could keep the toy. We told him it was the Barber’s fan and he said, “HEY GUY, can I have your fan?” (Spoiler alert — he didn’t get it.)
Then he met his very favorite character in the entire universe other than Lightening McQueen and Buzz….Mickey.
The “New Mickey” at the meet-and-greet is interactive. He talks to the visitors with (what I imagine to be) pre-recorded messages depending on who is there. For Luke, Mickey asked him to say the magic words to the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and did the hot dog dance with him. Well, LUke didn’t participate because he was IN SHOCK, but since then he’s been singing “Got Gog, Gog giggity Gog” like a mad man. Oh by the way, I cried during this too.
Then I cried when we were leaving the park because it was the last time we’d be there, just the three of us.
In case you’re wondering, 33 weeks pregnant is the limit for Disney Magic for me….see ya in a couple months, Magic Kingdom!