I contemplated letting Isabella loose on his straggly mess of hair with her safety scissors, since she's all about the cutting these days, but I figured Nicholas might want to enjoy the gift of sight for just a few years more.
Nicholas was encouraging me to simply cut the hair around his strategically placed snack bowl. I thought about that option for awhile too.
In the end, I took him here, which is where I've taken Isabella for her cuts for the last year.I had high hopes he would be lulled into an Elmo-induced, zen-like state (the shop plays videos for kids to watch while having their hair cut), and let the stylist quickly cut his hair.
I was quickly brought back to reality as soon as Nicholas' diapered tush hit the Bumbo seat. This is my "spirited," sound-barrier-breaking son we're talking about here.
Dear God, the water! Is Horrible!
I will get you for this, woman.
I'm secretly enjoying this, but have affected an expression of stony solidarity for my brother in the chair.
In the end, Nicholas' hair came out quite cute, and no one lost an eye or a finger in the process. Of course, I'm going to have to start cutting his hair at home now since we've been banned from the salon (who knew screams could actually break glass. I swear this was an urban legend I saw on Snopes), but other than that, I'd call the trip a complete success.