Haircuts!

After Hank's first haircut when he turned 1 year old (traumatic, expensive, and not so good), we decided that we could do it ourselves...well, we decided Grandma could do it. I was NOT up to the task. We strapped on a bib, put on Elmo, and handed him a popsicle. It went pretty well, but he has tricky hair - straight and fine. And, it didn't help that he was moving all over the place!


We trimmed it up and it worked for awhile, but it seemed to grow so quickly! So today (2/10) when Grandma and Hank came out to my work to see me, we decided to try a salon again. It worked out well - but I think Grandma is probably at home sleeping now after entertaining the little guy to the max! His haircut consisted of: a Thomas the Tank Engine chair, a sucker, a Barney video, Grandma dancing, one of the ladies pretending to chase Grandma around, an Elmo stuffed animal, squeezing my hand, and a very swift haircutter! He made it without any major breakdowns - a few tears here and there, but never any meltdowns. Take a look at this cutie (and the video of how sweet he was afterwards!). He can see again...and he has eyebrows (very light ones, but they're there!)

Things that make me laugh...

He LOVES that drum... Discovering a new drawer that he can pull things out of AND sit in!
I love that he'll just walk around wearing this...watch the video!A dragon, a princess, a duck, and a skunk...Halloween is the best!

I love morning hair...and that was AFTER the haircut!

Our little critter:

Haircuts are Fun!

The pictures pretty much speak for themselves. Hank started the day very happy, then we had to go and get his hair cut! The woman had obviously done this many times, because the crying didn't bother her a bit and she just kept on hacking away (there were some repairs that had to be made the next day). We had to stop her when she said she'd clean his neck and the sides with clippers...CLIPPERS? He's ONE, there's no need for clippers. Watch the video...you'll see why we stopped where we did (and you'll hear how supportive Bret was of the process)!
Poor guy - in the end, he looked quite handsome and now we look back at his pictures right before and giggle about how long his hair looked.

This scene happened within one minute of sitting in the VERY COOL fire truck...yeah, he saw through THAT right away. Not even a bucket-o-toys could help.

I guess it's hard to blame someone for a bad haircut when his hands pushed hers away every time she got close.

Oh yeah, real big tears...

This was a shot of the new haircut, taken just before he started to cry again-hehe. Was it the humiliation of wearing a zebra cape that got to him? Who knows...

And the video to document what a mean mom I am...

Goofy Guy...

With cousin Josie...giving us a good sneer: Demonstrating "Take-Out Chic"...the newest fashion to hit the streets:

Again...the sneer...

Showing terrific restaurant manners...For all those punks looking for ways to get a good mohawk, may we suggest buttered toast rubbed in the hair (you'll notice he's headed for a bath):We've started to work on having him feed himself...he likes to fill both hands with food and squeeze it (in this case, banana), and then shove whatever else he can in with it (Cheerios):And when all else fails...you just go for the whole bowl. This is actually an improvement...usually he puts his mouth down on the table and just tries to suck up the food. Who needs to use their hands. In other words...self-feeding is a work in progress.

Hair...

Here is Hank's hair at its craziest...I took him to school and said, "Geez, his hair is really spikey today...it's because he fell asleep after a bath." They looked at me funny and said, "Umm, Mollie, his hair is always like that!" hehe