haircuttin

let's talk about haircuts. yes, haircuts. not your haircut or even your grandfathers haircut. toddler haircuts is what i am talking about. landon has the hair of a 16 year old boy going through puberty. or maybe 13, i think 16 might be late to go through puberty? either way. he has a lot of hair. which in return means he has to get it cut at least every 6 weeks and usually that is stretching it out a good 2 weeks. you would think a child with that much hair and having to get it cut that frequent would be used to getting it cut. no. not the case. not. the. case. at. all. 

tuesday he had his appointment, of course they call on monday to confirm. i then begin to sweat dreading tuesday afternoon. tuesday rolls around. noon rolls around. "he seems to be in a good mood today" i keep telling myself. we walk through the salon doors. "oh! look! they have a fish tank!" trying anything to keep his mind off the fact that we are in a hair salon. a few minutes pass and we get called back. i slowly ease him into the chair. it's a small whimper at first. she beings to cut. i suggest a lollipop. he grabs it and throws it to the ground. awesome." how about your game on the phone? do you want to see the animals?" he shakes his head furiously "no!" ok. the whimper has now risen to a slight cry. "how about your video. do you want to watch the video of you with dad?"i pull out my phone fumbling to get to the video. there it is. now the slight cry is a full on bloody murder scream. i mean. this would frighten freddy krueger type of scream. maybe if he sits on my lap he will do better? still screaming. maybe he can stand? still screaming. the poor lady sitting next to me getting her hair highlighted even helped hold his head. still screaming which turned into a louder scream due to a stranger holding his head. ok. well. i think we should probably be done now. we left the salon with half his head cut and a toddler smiling happily on the car ride home while watching mickey mouse clubhouse. i wanted to take a photo to document the occasion but i figured it would be slightly rude to tell the lady holding my child's head to hold on while i take a photo. better luck next time.