becoming… cooler.

Cooper may look just like me, but he is certainly his father’s child. Not only in personality and energy level, but in his thickness of hair and his heat index. The child sweats… a lot. After nearly every naptime, I would come into his room and see his sweet head literally wet with sweat. Since it was every bit of 95 degrees at the beach a few weeks ago, Curtis and I decided to bless him with a buzz cut.

 

I just had to document that beautiful head of hair before it was gone. Thankfully, the cute face remains.

 

 

People were always stopping me with comments like, “What gorgeous hair. People pay a lot of money to get highlights like that!”

 

 

First, we cut. I almost wept at the amount of hair falling on the deck. So did Grandpa, whose slight OCD doesn’t handle floor & ground disarray very well. He stood by, with broom in hand, ready to battle the piles as soon as the last strands fell.

 

 

Thank goodness we didn’t stop there. Poor kid… he looks like no one loves him.

 

 

After the Oreo (the distraction) was gone, Cooper ended up on my lap. The buzzing thing on his skull understandably made him a little nervous.

 

 

It's hard not to laugh at a face like that.

(Alternate caption: Cooper after a facelift.)

 

 

This is about as still as Cooper ever gets, and it only lasted a few minutes. As Curtis got closer to his ears, Cooper totally freaked out about the clippers. The rest of the buzz had to happen quickly and haphazardly, but it happened. And the result?

 

 

Look at that stud.