Haircut Horror
He was a year old. It was time.
Baby Lo's hair had finally grown so long that I had no choice but to take him to get his first haircut. Unlike with his older brother, however, I was determined to go about this in a clever and prepared super-mommy fashion. I was going to anticipate how traumatic this rite of passage can be and head it off at the pass.
So I took Baby Lo to a fancy, schmancy hair studio specializing in cutting kid hair. There were toys and bright colors and televisions. There were bubbles and bells and snacks. From the second we walked in...I just knew it was going to be great!...
Or not...
I don't know what this woman is talking about. I don't need no stinkin' haircut.
No. I'm not going to go play with the trains. I'm going to lay on you because clearly this is some kind of evil grown-up place where they will lure me into relaxing my guard with shiny toys and then weigh me, measure my head, and stick me with needles when I least expect it. I'll just stay right here with my binkie. Thank you very much, jerk faces with your bubbles and bells and cups of animal crackers.
(Thirty minutes later, after trying to cajole Baby L into sitting in the cute little airplane or car and failing miserably...)
No! Save me! Don't take pictures!
Mom! No! You betrayer!! Ahhhhh!!!
Scarred! I'm scarred for life. Scarred!!!! View my torment. View it!
(Back in the family van ten minutes later, after a tear-filled and hair-covered departure...)
How awful was that? God, hold me, blankie. I'm really messed up.
For real. I'm dealing with my trauma! No more pictures.
Okay. I'll eat those animal crackers you took from them, but I'm not going to be happy about it.
(Four animal crackers later...)
For realz! I'm still really upset.
Okay. Fine. So maybe this looks a tiny bit better than it did before.
And now a gratuitous shot of Baby Lo looking fabulous with Grover and his green martian puppy...
And we're out!
Stay tuned for the RED THURSDAY drama starting Monday!!! It's going to be made of awesome around here on the blog as I celebrate the release of UNDEAD MUCH? next week.
It's next week, people! Next week!
Stacey Jay
Baby Lo's hair had finally grown so long that I had no choice but to take him to get his first haircut. Unlike with his older brother, however, I was determined to go about this in a clever and prepared super-mommy fashion. I was going to anticipate how traumatic this rite of passage can be and head it off at the pass.
So I took Baby Lo to a fancy, schmancy hair studio specializing in cutting kid hair. There were toys and bright colors and televisions. There were bubbles and bells and snacks. From the second we walked in...I just knew it was going to be great!...
Or not...
I don't know what this woman is talking about. I don't need no stinkin' haircut.
No. I'm not going to go play with the trains. I'm going to lay on you because clearly this is some kind of evil grown-up place where they will lure me into relaxing my guard with shiny toys and then weigh me, measure my head, and stick me with needles when I least expect it. I'll just stay right here with my binkie. Thank you very much, jerk faces with your bubbles and bells and cups of animal crackers.
(Thirty minutes later, after trying to cajole Baby L into sitting in the cute little airplane or car and failing miserably...)
No! Save me! Don't take pictures!
Mom! No! You betrayer!! Ahhhhh!!!
Scarred! I'm scarred for life. Scarred!!!! View my torment. View it!
(Back in the family van ten minutes later, after a tear-filled and hair-covered departure...)
How awful was that? God, hold me, blankie. I'm really messed up.
For real. I'm dealing with my trauma! No more pictures.
Okay. I'll eat those animal crackers you took from them, but I'm not going to be happy about it.
(Four animal crackers later...)
For realz! I'm still really upset.
Okay. Fine. So maybe this looks a tiny bit better than it did before.
And now a gratuitous shot of Baby Lo looking fabulous with Grover and his green martian puppy...
And we're out!
Stay tuned for the RED THURSDAY drama starting Monday!!! It's going to be made of awesome around here on the blog as I celebrate the release of UNDEAD MUCH? next week.
It's next week, people! Next week!
Stacey Jay