I’ve been resisting it for 19 months now because his baby hair was so cute, but it finally came time for James to get a haircut. So on Saturday, I took the boys over the the “haircut store” to take care of business.
James was a little squirmy at first and didn’t want to wear the smock. I had to pin his arms to his side. Unfortunately, it was a fairly traumatic experience for the little fellow — especially when the lady used the electric clippers on him — he was terrified!
We tried to calm him down by feeding him some Smarties provided by the salon, but it didn’t help much. His tears and slobber from the candy got all over the smock.
He finally calmed down when he started watching Parley get his hair cut in the next chair over. And now his beautiful golden brown hair with a hint of curl now lies in a dumpster somewhere behind the salon.
Of course, Parley doesn’t look too thrilled about getting his hair cut either. But at least there were no tears and I didn’t have to hold him down!
May 25, 2009 at 7:46 am |
Where’s the after picture?
My boys still scream bloody murder when I cut their hair. I keep thinking I should just shell out the $10 to get it done professionally but I guess that doesn’t make that big of a difference, huh? It sounds like it was just as traumatic. Poor little guy. And they don’t realize that the harder they cry the worse it is. It makes their hair stick to their faces and itch their noses even worse.
May 25, 2009 at 7:20 pm |
Oh, I bet that was a grueling experience. It’s hopeful that he stopped crying when he watched Parley. He sure looks grown-up with his hair cut. What a precious boy!!