Why is it that toddlers turn into rabid wild animals when you take them for a haircut? Or at least, why does mine? Colin's curly locks are so handsome, if I do say so myself. We are constantly getting compliments on how great his hair is. But recently, it was starting to get a little out of control and frizzy, and I was constantly bugging him with detangler and a brush to try to tame it. Hubby and I decided he was long overdue for a trim, so we scheduled an appointment with a local kids' salon and took him in on Sunday afternoon.
Well. Initially, he loved the place. There were toys to play with, cartoons playing on little TVs, and other kids to look at. Nothing too scary. Colin's name was called, and he happily climbed into the Lightning McQueen car where he'd sit for the haircut. The stylist sprayed his little head with water... and then all hell broke loose. Throughout the entire haircut, he was screaming, crying, arching his back, trying to slap the lady away, standing up, and generally making a huge scene. It took both hubby and me to hold him still long enough for the lady to finish cutting his hair.
When it was all over, he was given a dum dum sucker and a balloon, and just like that, he was fine again. Whew. It's a good thing this kid is cute, because after that, hubs and I were both exhausted.
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| Oh hey Mom, sorry about that crazy tantrum earlier. |
And of course, this morning, Colin woke up with an awful sounding, croupy cough, which I'm really, really hoping doesn't turn into something worse. Can we catch a break, please? I just have to get through 8 days of work until Christmas break, and after that I'll be on maternity leave. If we can just make it until then, we'll be golden.
More to come!
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