I was looking at the two oldest the other day and lamenting that I’d have to take them for haircuts very soon. The woman who cuts their hair only works on Sundays, is a 25 minute drive away, and books up by Wednesday. So this all requires pre-planning and scheduling — and something ridiculous like $12 per boy. But she’s incredibly sweet and the boys never cry, so we’ve been doing going to her for a while.
I asked Robbie & Mike if they would let me cut their hair. The general consensus was “no” because at the “haircut store” they get a lollipop at the end. When offered a lollipop at home — unheard of! — they said “sure” and the matter was settled!
Well, I already cut Mr. Plain’s hair. He doesn’t have a ton of it, and likes it short, so there’s not really a lot of ways I can mess it up! But our clippers were getting pretty old and gross, so I ran out to get a new set. Thusly armed, I set out to
butcher elegantly trim my children’s hair.
Robbie went first and did fine. He’s not a big complainer, and it was pretty easy. Next was Mike. He screams like I’m stabbing him when I wash his hair, and I think he has a really sensitive scalp. He also likes to complain ;)
He too did fine, but at the end there was a lot of fussing. I tried to remember how the fabulous lady at the haircut store manages situations like this, but frustrated mom won instead.
After the dispensing of lollipops and brushing off of sticky hairs, all was good again. Next time, however, I’ll use some baby powder to get all the hair off their cute little backs. And I’ll try to be more like the “incredibly sweet” lady at the salon.
All in all a success, but hopefully better next time. I think that describes my parenting in general!