After dinner last night, I kept saying, "this kid needs a haircut!" Twice in the past 3 months, I trimmed Isaiah's hair myself. It was simple, but it wasn't great. The first time I trimmed his bangs too short it revealed his big forehead...gee where does it come from? *sigh*
John and I took Isaiah to Hair Cuttery since it was close by and we know some of the stylist. I was a bit nervous. Not for the stylist, but for my wiggly baby boy. It was close to 7 p.m. when he is getting ready for bed and turns into a nightmare.
I sat with Isaiah in the chair and had his favorite teddy bear ready to pull-out anytime the waterworks decided to show up. The guy was super fast, that Isaiah didn’t have a second to think about what was happening! He actually enjoyed it. He loved seeing his hair flying around and would constantly stare himself in the mirror laughing. He would even tilt his head for the stylist when needed. When the stylist pulled out the buzzer, I then started to sweat. I then heard giggles from Isaiah and started to think my son was crazy. I wouldn't want a buzzer near my ears! Where the heck does he get this from?
After finishing, the stylist rewarded Isaiah with a certificate for his 1st official haircut and even saved a few pieces of hair in an envelope for us to place in his scrapbook. I was pleased with the service and especially for Isaiah's behavior. Who would have thought a 12 month old baby enjoys haircuts? Let's hope this continues!
