Tonight was the night R's sweet baby curls met their demise. Here's how he started out the evening:
Oh, the curls! I die.
We waited for-EV-er for our turn, but R was a champ. He was happy and mostly stayed out of trouble. I was impressed. He was less impressive once he got in the chair. It started out well enough, but soon progressed to angry baby.
Being that irritated around a sucker took some work.
After these pics, he quickly devolved into screaming and flailing. He spent the rest of the haircut sitting in my lap sobbing, screaming, and trying his damnedest to slither off my lap. I really wish I could have gotten some video of it.
At the end of the cut, he was just pissed at life. He spent the whole time I was gathering our things and paying throwing himself on the floor in a fit of rage.
His life is so rough.
In the end, his haircut turned out pretty well, despite the fact that the stylist and I were fighting him the whole time. But now his sweet curls are gone, and a big boy has taken my baby's place.
Unrelated, but also of note tonight, W took his first crap behind the couch. I don't have any pictures of that (you're welcome). He'd gone potty and I didn't put a diaper back on him because it was almost bath time. He was playing behind the couch for a few minutes, then came out looking worried and saying something about going potty. I figured he had to go again, so we headed up to the bathroom. Nothing happened, so I tossed him in the tub and forgot about it.
About 10 minutes ago, I started writing and kept smelling something. I assumed it was B and his gas. He claimed it wasn't. On a hunch, I looked behind the couch, and sure enough, there was a toddler-sized turd back there. I laughed my ass off. B was far less impressed. He takes issue with the kids running around diaper-less and is always freaking out about them peeing on stuff. This was pretty much his worst nightmare. But we learned tonight that when W says "I go potty" while looking anxious and concerned, it means "I've already gone potty," rather than "I need to go potty." Live and learn, I suppose.