Of getting a haircut. The kid HATES getting haircuts. Which is a tad unfortunate because he was born with a TON of hair and his hair grows at the speed of light. He had his first cut at age 10 months, and it's been downhill since then. You should see the sheer terror that fills his eyes as we approach the kiddie salon. Then there is the kicking and screaming. For the entire 8-10 minutes, I've got to hold a vice-like grip on the kid. He gets full-body shakes. Any parent who has taken their kid to the pediatrician to get shots knows what I mean with the full-body shakes.
But interestingly enough, the kid has NO fear of the doctor. In fact, he loves visiting his pediatrician. While he's waiting in the waiting room, he sits and reads the magazines or watches TV. Then when the nurse calls him back, he happily gets up and struts back to the exam room. He marches over to the scale and stands proudly on it, and when the doctor comes into the room he listens and obeys all prompts of, "deep breath", etc. He even sits still and quiet for shots! Then, when it's all over, he waves and tells the pediatrician "Thank You!" and he blows kisses to the nurses!!!! I should ask the pediatrician if he does haircuts.
Anyway, last night we took the kid to get a haircut. I try to hold off as long as possible because I know how much he hates it, but seriously, his hair was so long it was practically covering his eyes. So in we went. Actually, this visit wasn't as bad as previous visits. It only took one of us to hold him down this time. So M's hands were free to take a little video snippet. Here it is. Enjoy...relax.
EDITED: Ok, I had to remove the video because the hosting site is doing some weird things. I'll post a picture soon...
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