CHEESE!
Checking out the clippers
Almost finished...
Happy Halloween...from Elmo
Breakfast date!
Playing with shredded paper...oh boy!
Reading in his playroom
Austin and his best buddy
Austin got his first "real" haircut last week. I have been trimming it at home, but we finally took him for a "big boy" cut. We went to Cool Cuts for Kids, which I have heard lots of great things about. Well, let me tell you, I was not impressed. Talk about sensory overload. My child normally sits (relatively) still while I cut his hair at home, so I didn't foresee this being a difficult task.
So, it's our turn (don't ask me why we made an appointment because they made us wait just as long as if we were a walk-in). The stylist (if that's what you call them there) took him to the back and let him choose between a taxi chair and a firetruck - of course he chose firetruck. Ok, so she sits him in there and lets him "drive" for about 3 seconds before asking him what his favorite video is...Elmo, Mickey, etc. I tell her Elmo will be fine (videos don't keep his attention very long these days anyway). She pops in the Elmo video on his own personal tv right in his face at an obnoxious volume. She then starts blowing bubbles in his face. Now, Austin has yet to show any signs of distress, so I don't know why all these antics were necessary. However, after all of this stimulation, he starts to look a little concerned. She then whips out the clippers and starts waving them in his face..."Ooooh, touch the clippers...see the clippers...aren't they cool". This is when the panic starts to set in. He starts to call for me, and she then gives him two combs to use as drum sticks, immediately followed by a sucker. This poor child has no idea what's happening or why he's being "entertained" so extensively - AND we haven't even begun the haircut!!! Wow...I was irritated and I'm a grown up. Could they not have just sat him in the firetruck in front of the mirror and started cutting?? Well, anyway, he cried, but he sat still while he cried so she could cut his hair. And he is, of course, very handsome. And then we paid for our overpriced haircut "experience" and went on our merry way.
On another note, I'm starting to wonder what questions I should be asking. We discovered (by accident) last month that Austin can count by himself...to at least 20. We were leaving a building and walking down the stairs, and I said, "let's count the stairs". When I said "one" he said "two"...then he proceeded to say all the rest of the numbers to 10. I thought it might be a coincidence. Then later that night, he counted all 10 of his cars for Kristopher. A couple of days later, he had counted to 10 then said "eleven". So when I said "twelve" he said "thirteen"...and so on to 20. Who knew. Then 2 days ago, I sing the alphabet to him and then say, "your turn". He proceeds to sing his entire alphabet, A to Z (lacking a little in the enunciation department, but he was clearly singing the alphabet). So now I'm starting to wonder what else he has stored up in that brain of his that I just haven't asked him to share.
I have posted a few recent pictures above...
