The big day finally arrived – the trumpets were tooting, the drums thumping, and the band playing -- OK, the radio got stuck on some NPR documentary show – however, it was time for Fletcher’s first hair cut. As you can see in the previous posts, we started to refer to him as “Wild Man Westphal” because his “crazy hair” was going all over the place. That, and people kept mistaking him for a girl…

Tradition says you should wait until the baby is one year old before you cut their hair. Based on our estimates, Fletcher’s hair would be 3 feet long by then – and besides the hair-gel is already costing us a fortune. So, we took the big plunge and sought out the perfect place to get his hair cut. There was some discussion about whether or not Fletcher should go to where Daddy gets his hair cut, by professional, chic, modern stylists that are very well endowed in their skills (also, they have really nice smiles). Or, as was ultimately decided, we would go to Cartoon Cuts at the mall.

Upon entering, we were promptly greeted by the staff and Fletcher was immediately placed in a chair and covered with a tarp so the cut hair would fall to the floor. The scissors came out and clip-clip-clip the hair started to come off in waves. Why is it that older Spanish women keep calling him “papi” ? Or, are they really talking to me? Am I missing something?

Fletcher seemed to quite enjoy his 10 minutes in the chair – and almost seemed to appreciate the weight loss from all the hair cut away. He especially liked the hair dryer and having it blown in his face (cool setting). Needless to say, he made the transformation from a crazy, wild man into a handsome, debonair gentleman.

Once finished, we went to the Silver Diner and got a bite to eat. If anyone knows me, my standard order is a patty melt, cooked medium. Something about the grilled onions, bread, and meat patty make it oh-so-good. Fletcher played with a paper car and seemed to like it when I made vroom vroom noises – I also think the other patrons at the diner enjoyed my engine noises as well. He is into pushing items off the table and onto the floor – which you can imagine (at a public diner) this is not the most sterile place known to mankind… Overall, it was a success…