Yesterday morning found us at Snip-its, a haircutter for kids. Matt hates to have his haircut. In fact, he was sounding like a broken record "NO HAIRCUT!". I tried to trim it a few times but it was so difficult with him trying to dodge the scissors. Susan cut part of it when he was asleep, however, he moved unexpectedly and there was chunk missing from the front.
Anyway, yesterday we took him to Snip-its. We did not tell him before hand it was to get a haircut. He wanted Papa to go also. When we walked in, he began by examining the place (we were the only ones there) We were certain they would need all three of the staff there to hold him down. They asked him if he was ready for his haircut and he lost it. Despite the snip-it cartoons running on the TVs, the receptionist blowing bubbles and giving him a lollypop, my poor little Matthew sobbed most of the time they cut his hair. He kept sobbing "Mama hold you", "Gramma hold you". Papa, well when the crying started, he went outside to wait in the van. By this time, a lot of kids had come in for haircuts.
It was a little shorter than we had wanted it to be but on the upside, he won't have to go back real soon.
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M hated having his hair cut as well. I often wonder if part of it was the fact that we waited so long to cut it. I couldn't bear to cut off those curls, even if they were down to his shoulders. I can remember the gal who cut his hair coming away with bandaids he thrashed so terribly. IR, on the other hand, was born with dark hair over his ears and had his first trim at about eight weeks. It was a way of life for him and he never even flinched. Even when I buzzed it all off when he was one!
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