Barber Shop

Blessing #5 is a total un-water baby just like B#4 was… which means that we only have to put up with his screaming for 11 more months.

After coming home from dropping the older girls off at school this morning, I pulled out the trusty water bottle and set up shop. It was a haircut morning for B#3. Except for the last time I gave him a haircut, every time I’ve done a mushroom cut on him. (A total flashback to 1980s America, I know, but I am an 80s girl!) Anyways, the haircut is so stinkin’ cute on him and it just seems to suit his personality… so after a one-haircut hiatus, we’re back to “the bowl.” Though in the past I’ve never actually used a bowl, on a whim I pulled one out today.

Why are you getting your stuff down from up there for my haircut, Moma?
Why is there a bowl on my head?

The tupperware helmet lasted long enough to get in a few snips of the scissors… and a picture, of course.

In the middle of the haircut, he snaps his around (mid-snip, I might add) to try and watch me as I’m cutting on the back of his head.

Lemme see those cutters, Moma. Hmmm… can I hold those scissors? I think I’d like to try them out on my hair.

I finished cutting, as his attention span was leaving and the squirmies were arriving. Now he and B#4 are watching a Wallace & Gromit cartoon. The “one with the refrigerator on the moon” was specifically requested by him. And because, from this cartoon, he knows that the moon is made of cheese, he also specifically requested a piece of square cheese and two square crackers for a video snack… “because that’s what Wallace and Gromit like to eat.”

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