Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
The preceding words whimpered forth from my ears after the haircut from hell today. We tried doing the right things – took J-man in at a time when he’s not too tired, but awake enough that he’s not grumpy, so not too early but not too late. We did brushing and joint compressions. We did big squeezes. We had balloons and bubbles. We brought along the Leah’s Farm Signing Time DVD.
I still ended up essentially holding the J-man down while Tim held his hands, and the AWESOME woman at JJ’s Kids Cuts snipped quickly. He screamed and cried and fought pretty much through the whole thing. Maybe next time we will just go for the clippers, because at least then she can just zip around his head, and it won’t matter where she hits as long as it all gets cut eventually.
The experience wasn’t pretty. The haircut looks good though.
Also not pretty? Trying to get clumps of wet hair out of your cleavage in public.