When we even TALK about getting his hair cut? The boy gets uncomfortable. When we get around and close to actually trying to do it? He gets jittery. When we start? He starts to cry and scream. By the end of the experience he is usually trembling like a child who has been through a natural disaster and just witnessed the horrors of humanity. It is the saddest thing...scratch that. It ain't the saddest thing...trust me, I have now seen worse when it comes to my kids. Funny how this whole IS thing changes even how I structure a sentence about everyday life, huh?
But it sucks to see your kids in distress, even over something as silly as a haircut.
Wasn't always like this, no siree. His first hair cut was awesome...I held him in a chair at the Kid Hair Cuttery or whatever its called, and we had a blast. These photos, taken in 2005, confirm that much.
Those were the good old days.
No epilepsy in our lives...
...and happy haircuts.
To get Carter to get a haircut now takes work. It takes incentive. This past weekend he really, really needed a haircut and so we pulled out one of our more impressive incentives. Well, I shouldn't say 'pulled out' because he was in Akron and I was here and the incentive was here, but Jennifer and Mandy did what they do and coaxed Carter into a haircut using this...
...as the promised prize, to be all his upon his return to the sleepy burb that is Columbus.
Ah yes, the Imaginext Bat Cave Playset. Super cool. I love Imaginext stuff, and if I were a kid, this would have worked on me for sure.
Phone rings on Saturday at some point, and it's Carter informing me he got a haircut, with buzzers, and he wanted to know if he could have the Batman prize? I praised him (I truly WAS impressed, no bullshit, that he did not cry or freak out, wish someone had taped that) and said OF COURSE YOU CAN MISTER!!!! I'll even have it out on the table for you so it is the FIRST thing you see when you get home. He was excited. Then he hung up on me. (Didn't mean to, that kind of thing just happens with kids.)
And as promised, when he got home on Sunday, I had it waiting and when he came in I cracked it open for him.