If Spence thought he needed to worry about his hair gettin’ awkward, it was nothing compared to Kai. Kai was starting to get mullet-head for real. The kids have had haircuts twice since we’ve been here, (a barber comes from Lumla and whips through everyone in a day….phew) but whenever I try to talk Kai into taking a turn on the chair, I get a big ‘heck no way’ in 2-year-old speak. I don’t try too hard, though, because I figure he’d be too wiggly for those speedy scissors anyway.
Anyway, it was time. We borrowed some clippers. Kai was not happy about what he could see was coming, so I decided to try easing him into it. First I talked him into just touching the turned-on clippers, to feel how they tickled because of the vibrations. Cool, ok. Then I popped one of the longer attachments on them, and let him hold the clippers and pretend to give my arm a haircut. Voila! This is not so bad mom! (Actually, he kept telling everyone who would listen later: I got a haircut. It’s not so bad!) Then, to keep his hands busy and distract him from pushing me away, I gave him a mirror so that he could hold it up and watch what I was doing. Magic, I tell you. The boy who would practically have a meltdown if I even mentioned hair-cutting sat SO still for me while I zipped through his little blonde head.
And then he posed for pictures. And wanted to hold a puppy. Ah yeah. What a handsome little man.