18 days before his fifth bday, Pablo gets his first actual haircut...ever. Coincidentally, he and Grady now have the same hairdo!
Our friend Michael at Rudy's Barbershop has been chopping me and Grady for over seven years. He's a wonderful guy. He's seen Grady grow from a tiny dude, and knew Pablo when he was in Jo Ann's belly. He cut my brother Scott's hair when he was in chemo. Being at Rudy's with Pablo (usually I'm there alone, in the morning) reminds me of the many times we ran into Silversun Pickups' lawyer Tamara Milagros-Butler there. Pablo was under a year old, and this was long before we signed the band to Dangerbird. Surely, running into Tamara at ye olde barbershoppe helped her to think of us when she was shopping SSPU for a deal. I love small details like that. They mean something. And, once again, big, creepy LA is a small town.
Back to the scene tonight: in our wildest dreams, we never could have imagined that one of our kids would be a cancer patient, and he'd be doing a chemo trim. But we are, and he did, and that's that. We love Michael.
Today was Pablo's debut in Michael's chair. I like to joke that, technically, Pablo has never had a haircut. That's not entirely accurate, cos Jo Ann's aunt Jo trims him every time he's in New Orleans. But, I like to point out, those were trims and not cuts. Today was a bit more than a trim, but not much. The goal was to gradually shorten Pablo's hair. If we have to shave his head, it might be less of a shock this way. Who knows how this is supposed to go. We're trying consider every angle for our little boy lion (he started referring to himself my this moniker the other day, and we adore it!).