First Salon Haircut

Ian had his first paid haircut yesterday.

He was too wriggly to sit in the chair by himself, so I had to hold him on my lap.




Saeri, the stylist, nimbly cut his hair in less than half an hour even though I was in the way and the boy was clinging to me like a baby koala.

He was pretty good thanks to the M&Ms (which he calls "num nums") and bribes of ice cream. But when the clippers came out, he flew off the handle. He ran around the salon, shedding hair everywhere, and shrieking. And there was a lot of hair that came off that little noggin' of his, enough for a McMansion nest for a bald eagle.


He looks absolutely adorable but Dadzilla is convinced that he is now suffering from PTSD.

The last image is of him sulking in front of our house refusing to come in.