Kyle needs his haircut every 6 to 8 weeks. Actually that’s pushing it. He’s been pretty shaggy lately, but bringing him to the barber is an excruciatingly painful experience, so we put it off. He sits in our lap and screams the screams of the damned during the entire haircut. The poor bartender. This time Stewart brought him to someone new, who reportedly worked on Kyle for 30 minutes and used 3 different razors to get his hair short enough, all the while enduring the tortured cries of the child. Thank goodness I got to stay home for this one.
We went to a birthday party today and I took a lot of pictures, but I wasn’t really concentrating on getting a good shot of Kyle’s haircut. This is the best I can show you. It was a soccer themed party and there were lots of little soccer balls to kick. Kyle’s not one to kick a ball (or swing a bat, apparently – hHe just likes to smash things with it) so Stewart was trying to show him how by using his entire body as a Foosball player:
Jackson used to love getting his hair cut, then decided that the clippers tickled, so laughed and pulled away. The last haircut ended with my haircut lady and I sitting on the floor with Jacks head between my hands like vice grips.
Thus my new solution that worked LIKE A MIRACLE: We took the DVD player and he watched Cars while Doran buzzed. She was able to cut his entire head during the intro and the first race scene. She even said that she may invest in a DVD player for the shop.
It is worth a shot.
smb