Liam’s hair has been getting quite long and unmanageable, and we’ve been trying every week to get him in for a haircut. Unlike the first time, when he was a little uneasy but sat placidly for the chop, now he’s TERRIFIED of the idea. When I try to put him down in the barber’s chair, he wraps his legs around my waist tight enough to cut me in half! So we took it upon ourselves to give him a cut at home. When I say we, I mean I decided that JESSE would cut his hair. My reasoning: 1) Jesse already cuts his own hair, and therefore has more experience than me; 2) Jesse is better at anything that requires neatness and a steady hand; and 3) I am better at distracting Liam.
So how’d it go? Mmmmm, not so great. Liam hates hates HATES having his head touched — washing his hair provokes a similar response, albeit of shorter duration. So he threw a fit and was incosolable — except when we offered him grapes. Still, it was not a happy experience for any of us. And Jesse hates hates HATES being the bad guy and being associated with something Liam doesn’t like. I’m rather used to that response from him, as I’m the one that usually washes his hair, cleans him up, cuts his nails, etc. The experience shook J up a bit, as he’s not normally around to witness the evil that resides within. Still, it’s done and he’s forgiven us, and I think he looks pretty good. Don’t you.
Luckily, it’s short enough we won’t have to put any of us through that any time soon. But don’t you think it makes him look like a kid instead of a toddler?