2nd Haircut!

Yesterday afternoon I took Kyle to get his 2nd haircut. He probably could have used it a few weeks ago, but at the rate his hair grows we can only afford to treat his haircuts like oil changes - one every 3 months or so :) For the first 45 seconds, Kyle was as happy as a clam. He loved beeping the horn and pressing the buttons inside his firetruck chair. He loved when the stylist spritzed his hair with water (/wawa/). Then. All of a sudden. 45 seconds in. The tables turned. "Out! Out!" he shouted over and over. "Mama! Mama!" Trying to stand up in his chair, brush the scissors away from his head, and grab onto me. I did my best to hold him in place for another 5 minutes or so, before the stylist got a little tired of this game (even though it's a baby/children's salon and I'm sure this must happen from time to time) and asked me to sit in one of the chairs and hold him on my lap. Up. Down. Left. Right. Ky was climbing all over me. Luckily my iphone distracted eventually distracted him for a bit and he was able to get a nice little haircut (and I was able to get a nice "little" dusting of all his old hairs).

Check out my cute babalou :)