The whole family went to breakfast in Toledo at the Star Diner with Mimi and Suepy this morning...and then "the Haircut" happened.
We went to Cookie Cutters on Heather's recommendation. It was a disaster. First, there were carloads of people waiting to get in before the place even opened. Then, there was only one employee working, and she did not fit the definition of "stylist", to put it politely. After waiting an eternity for our turn, Ashton was put up in the little seat for his haircut and the woman started to wrap the tissue paper around his neck--and he lost it. no tissue, no cape, no way. I tried in vain to get his attention with the elmo movie that was playing, but he was
not interested at all. He squirmed, cried and screamed through the whole thing, even the most skilled stylists attempts would have turned into a hack job. This woman was not the most skilled stylist. Now Ash has lost his curls, and it looks like someone glued fuzzy little flyaway feathers at odd places all over his head.
I managed to hold my tears until we got to the car--but Ashton is not going out until his hair grows back.
1 comments:
What can I say, Rachel? I really admire how much faith you place in your son by trusting he'll sit still for a professional (?) haircut. :)
I knew Leo wouldn't go for that, so this weekend I gave him his first trim myself. I couldn't do much more than take a little off the sides, but at least he didn't go into full-out tantrum mode.
Thanks for the new pictures, and love to all! (By the way, our site is in the process of getting fixed.)
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