My sweet, friendly, unassuming baby received his first haircut, and it went a little something like this:
And, despite appearances, the haircut did not involve hot wax or steel wool or bees or clowns or being skinned alive. It involved a gentle misting, approximately seven snips, and a brief buzz about the neck. The entire haircutting process lasted approximately five minutes and set me back $14, which is really ridiculous when you consider the fact that I can traumatize my baby anytime, from the comfort of my home, for free.
I only agreed to the cut because his father had begun to call him "Dauber" as in this Dauber from the (inexplicably) well-loved series "Coach." And Jimmy's hair is blond and wispy and really straight in the front, and it was getting long and hanging in his eyes and, well....
...I became uneasy. So, in an effort to nip the Daublet in the bud, I took my poor baby to a FUN! children's salon, where everything was FUN! and LOOK, MONKEYS! and SUPER EXPENSIVE! and, at first, things were fine. When initially seated in his little Jeep-chair, Jimmy looked like this:
but quickly devolved to this:
As you can see, he was removed from the Jeep-chair (perhaps dismayed by his Jeep-chair's poor fuel economy?) and clung to his grandmother, horrified by the cute, 22 year-old girl who insisted on gently misting his head. Oh, the cruel misting!
Lastly, there was the ceremonial clipping of the baby curls at the nape....wait...did you hear that? I believe it was the collective, pearl-clutching gasp of two hundred female blog readers. Not the baby curls! I'm sorry. I know. I know. We'll just pretend this whole, sordid affair never happened, OK?
On a lighter, more hilarious note, Ellie (who, oblivious to her brother's anguish, was busy ogling stuffed monkeys and checking out the themed bathrooms) kept referring to the stylist as "the doctor." For visual reference, here's a quick shot of "the doctor":
While I'm not exactly sure how Ellie got the impression that the cute, 22-year-old, pink-sequined-tunic-wearing stylist was a licensed medical professional, I imagine it must have been either A) the wielding of potentially dangerous implements near fearful, crying children or B) the glasses. Hard to say which.
(Part of the 30 Tiny Moments project.)