As I have often stated before: "...Now I know why some species eat their young!" This blog is dedicate to all the crazy things that my children do...all the things that make we want to eat them...and I'm hoping by blogging about the antics of all my "...-pints", I will be able to laugh instead of wanting to eat the littlest people in my house!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Quarter-pint's First Haircut...
My little Quarter-pint was getting pretty shaggy. I could sometimes be heard calling him my "little redneck baby with a mullet." I decided to just take him in to get his hair cut. I scheduled the big event on morning while Half-pint was at preschool. I figured one little one was about all I could handle for the event. The day before the haircut, I plopped both boys in the tub and made sure I washed Quarter-pint's hair. Later that day, Quarter-pint was snacking in his highchair. He was freely eating a Handi-snack cracker sticks and processed cheese. It was the first time I gave him the entire little individual tray. I was busy doing other things, and when I came back into the kitchen I was met with a cheese head-literally. He has somehow gotten ALL the processed cheese out of the little tray and smeared it all over his hands, face, and head-on his freshly washed hair! I couldn't believe it! He doesn't like to be too messy, so he was not happy until I attempted to clean him up. I didn't have time to wash his hair again before his haircut, so I tried to rinse it out. Who knew processed cheese is such a good styling gel?
The next morning I took him to a fancy kid's salon, hoping that the fun shaped chairs (he sat in a golf cart) and the movies playing on TV all around the salon would make his first haircut fun instead of horrible. I was wrong! He cried through the entire process, and even screamed his frustration at times. It was much like his last well check- when the stylist was within arm's reach-that was TOO close. As soon as she moved farther away the crying stopped. We saved some of his blond locks and took a picture at the end (I didn't have time to scan it, sorry). With the help of Dad we took a few pictures right before bed. Here's the new do:
I think he looks like a little kid now-not so much like a baby. He was pretty mad at me when all was said and done; we had a battle getting into the car seat, and when I finally got his little body securely strapped in, he grumbled, complained, and basically let me have it for about 5 minutes!
1 comment:
He looks so old! Handsome!
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