Haircuts & Chocolate
In case you don't know, Doug has very rigid ideas of how things should be (I don't. HAH!!!!). As a result, Andrew, without fail, gets his haircut every 3.5- 4 weeks. Today, was one of the required haircuts. This is probably the reverse of what you would expect, but as Andrew has gotten older . . . he has gotten a tidge worse about sitting and getting his hair cut. As a baby he was GREAT, which means he held still. Now he's wiggly as all get out!
Wait- you said as a baby? Yes. Doug insisted he get his hair cut at the first indication that it was anything longer than a guard setting of 2 on the clippers. I was not ready. He was my baby (at 13 months old- he was a baby still). As soon as the haircut was over- Doug knew he had screwed up because on the way home- he stopped and bought me m&m's. What? M&m's? The way back into my good graces is to buy me chocolate. The bigger the mistake- the bigger the bag must be. That bag was big.
This is Andrew- right before "The Haircut." This is one of my favorite pictures of him. |
This is him 30 minutes later. Doesn't his face look different? I should have gotten diamonds for losing my sweet boy- to this toddler. |
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