Technically, Max did have a haircut a few months ago. I managed to shear a few of his longest locks while he was sleeping. Yes - sleeping. We had tried to cut his hair while he was awake and it was not pretty. We opted to forgo the haircut and give him a trim while he was racked out. The cut was a little jagged but it worked for a few months. As Easter approached, I realized that I had to suck it up and take him for a do.
Where to go? Where to go? A couple gals at work suggested the barber shop up the street - Gentlemen's Choice. I NEVER would have gone here on my own or even thought they cut kids hair so I'm really glad for the suggestion. I only wish I had a photo of the exterior to share with you. You'd see what I mean.
Anyhow, I scheduled the appointment for the Friday before Easter. It was picture day at school so the timing ended up being pretty good. I also really wanted to get his haircut before he saw his Auntie Bex at Easter.
I think the pictures pretty much speak for themselves. I should add that the woman was AWESOME and very patient. She even tried giving Foxy a haircut. Max thought that was hilarious but it did nothing to endear him to his own haircut experience. The barber working the chair next to us was pretty great, too. They didn't bat an eyelash at all that hollerin'. Thanks to my mom for taking all of the action photos.
He was squiggling so much that I finally had to pin him in my arms. That worked for about 1 minute of calm and then the storm hit again.
As you can see we tried bribing him with cookies and while he held on to said cookie with a death grip, it did not distract him from his misery.
Suddenly, we're all done. The brush was more interesting than the scissors but still not something Max was interested in.
Finally, Grandma Christie rescued me. Whew!
Mama forgot to bring a second shirt to change into. He was bare chested at the end.
One thing I failed to catch on film is the charm of the barbershop. Taxidermy all around. Two bucks in the waiting room. Max was really interested in those handsome fellas. There was a squirrel jumping off the wall while smoking a cigarette above the chair Max was sitting in. I'd say there was a pretty decent man-room vibe going on.
Shoot! I forgot to bring his certificate to scan. Ah well. Thank goodness we made it through the experience. Let's hope his hair grows really slowly!
1 comment:
I'm right there with him. I haven't had a haircut in a while. But I'm in California. No one notices. Is that your mom? I don't think I've seen too many photos of her!
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