Blast from the past Tuesdays— Tate’s first haircut

Tate’s first haircut was nothing sort of traumatic. Being the sentimental type I let it go waaaay too long without being cut. So long in fact, I’m embarrassed to show you these photos! His hair looked awful. Poor little thing was blessed with thin, fine, hair ya see. But, I promise, when it was humid it curled up so cute in the back I just couldn’t bear to cut it(you can’t tell that from his “before” pictures at all). It looked as limp as can be. Well, it was December. Cold in Japan and zero humidity. After he got it cut it changed his look so much. He looked so much older. But I remember thinking… Wow, why did I wait so long( I always do that by the way).

OHHH MY WORD. Mullet? Shag? Comb over? I dunno, but I’m sorry little Tater.


Horror of all horrors. How could you do this to me mom!


Calming down. I guess a sucker can heal all wounds.

Finished in the back. Much better.


That’s my handsome, mullet-less boy. Too bad, I think he still has bedhead.