This past weekend the boys got their hair cut. We've told Miles for a while now that he can tell the hairdresser how he wants his hair cut or styled, before this weekend he never said anything or seemed to care. Before we left the house, he put his hands up over his head with his fingertips touching and said he wants 'spikey' hair. We took this to mean a mohawk. We did ask the hairdresser to do it in a way that allows for him to have regular hair when he decides he doesn't want the mohawk. Apparently that to has a name. And so now, Miles has a fauxhawk.
Here he is at the hair salon right after getting his hair done - he is just a little excited:
The first day he asked me to give him a mohawk to wear to school, he told me to pick out his clothes for him and he wanted me to pick out fancy clothes. Apparently a polo style shirt and cords are fancy for him (since he prefers athletic pants and screen print Ts, I guess this was fancy).
He spent quite a bit of time looking at himself in the mirror that first morning:
Again, excited:
And this morning with his hair done again. This time no fancy clothes required. But I only got a little hug goodbye, he didn't want to crush his hair.
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love the new "do"
love Gramma M
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