Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Haircuts

"Mommy, mommy, mommy," Hayden squealed as I steered the double stroller down the sidewalk past Great Clips on my way back from the morning jaunt to the library and Safeway. "Go barber shop. Get haircut. Get strawberry ice cream and a balloon."

Hold up, here. "You want to get your hair cut?" No one has touched their hair since Halloween. Both boys have styles resembling shaggy mops.

"Yep." Yep is the word of the week with this kid. "Get strawberry ice cream and a balloon."

At breakneck speed I steered up into Great Clips and asked Bayley if he too wanted a hair cut.

"No way, Mom."

I called Jeff to see if this ice cream promise was legit, and sure enough, I was on my way to a sugar high. We waited, watching as a man got his hair cut.

"Do they have to use clippers?" Bayey asked squeezing my hand.

"No, they can just use scissors." The stylist roared a blow dryer to life. Bayley tensed his grip.

"No blow dryers."

"They don't have to blow dry your hair."

"And I want chocolate, not strawberry."

Well, all righty then. Ice cream all around. I put Bay's name on the list. We tried to read some of our library books (Eels, Elk, Elephants, and Explorers) but Hayden couldn't sit still. He wanted to sit in EVERY chair in the place. Grrreat.

After all the hooplah, when he was invited to sit in the chair, complete with a booster and seascape kids cape, he threw a signature Hayden tantrum. Bayley pulled through, deciding he could indeed go first. The stylist was magic with him, and he was on his way to a shorter do in no time.

Hayden however, decided it would be a great time to poop his pants. A front-seat-of-the-car diaper change later, we were back to watch Bayley. When he finished, he got the promised balloon.

It took five (5) tries to get Hayden to believe I would really not buy him ice cream if he didn't get the haircut. In the end, he wiggled in my lap while our lovely stylest worked her magic.

After a big tip, it was back to Safeway for ice cream. Next time, this is Jeff's job. I'm exhausted!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Eddie still hasn't even had a 'first' haircut. He knows what the barber does, and doesn't seem bothered by the idea or the equipment involved... he just likes his hair.
We asked him if he'd like short hair (like Jack, his favorite buddie from nursery) - he said 'no, Eddie needs his hair' and that was the end of that.
I don't think I could bear to cut it all off, even if we did cut it - it'd be like a two or three inch trim, max.

Unknown said...

Leave Eddie's hair! You were bright enough to marry a guy who appreciated good hair - Bay has thick glossy waves. Gorgeous. And Hayd has a pale blonde people would pay for. Except Jeff likes short hair because it is easier to wash and doesn't need to be combed. And since he handles baths...< sigh >