Tuesday night, while Tony was at hockey, Ezra shed his baby locks and now looks like the almost 18 month old that he is.
It probably had a lot to do with the fact that there were a million people waiting, but even more that Tony wasn't there and that I was watching Isaac, but I wasn't as emotional during the actual cut. Ezra did fantastic sitting in the chair and only got upset when he saw an Elmo doll that was out of his reach, and boy did he want it.
Ezra's hair was no where near the unruly mess that Isaac's was by the time he had his first hair cut, so it was cleaned up in short fashion and we were on our way.
As I said, I wasn't emotional then . . . it still gets me now though, every time I run my fingers through his hair and they fall empty too quickly.