Haircut!

Ezra had his first haircut yesterday.  My back door neighbor has a friend named Kevin (pictured here with the clippers) who comes over and does her boys' hair every two weeks.  He agreed to do Ezra as well.  So, we all crossed the alley to our little kitchen barber shop, Ms. Thelma's house (better known as Ezra's black grandmother, as she calls herself).  The girl in the picture is Ms. Marsha, Thelma's daughter, Ezra's adopted auntie.

Ezra did well for the first few minutes, curious, quiet, looking around.  It was only when I asked Kevin to take it down a little bit more that he started to cry.  But it was short-lived.  And now we have a VERY grown up looking little boy, whose face looks fatter now that his big, puffy hair is gone.  Elliot cried all the way back to our house about how he missed "Ezra's fluffy hair".  Elsie decided she didn't like it either.  I kind of miss it, too.  BUT, I can actually see his scalp now, and it doesn't take 30 minutes a day of picking, lotioning, conditioning, etc. to get the kid ready to go every day.  It'll grow back, and maybe I'll be fully functioning by then!