Finally, at long last, Jesse gets his first haircut (Technically, Grandma had the first snip but let's never talk about that ever again). The boy had started to look Ozzy Osbourne and that can never be a good thing. And so we took him to the neighbourhood salon for a trim. Mae held him, while hairclips held his attention.
It was quick and painless for all concerned - except for Mae. The boy refused to have that big plastic sheet wrapped around him and so Mommy had to endure bits of the boy's hair all over her. As you can imagine, she was itching all over by the time he was done.
So yeah, we had a haircut and survived. The stylist did an okay job. She was able to sneak in a snip or two everytime Jesse was distrated and was all done in under 15 minutes. Clever girl. And cute too... *ahem*
The boy! I mean the boy. With the new hair and all. Heh.