Big Haircut Time

The week that Charlie broke his leg (which is 2 weeks from today... half way there!), I decided that I hadn't put him through enough misery for one week, so I took him to get his 2nd haircut. It pretty much went down like this:

Let's just say, he's not a fan.

Big Hair Cut

Charlie's hair was starting to get a little out of control... especially in the back. His hair was becoming a nice bowl-shape. So, we decided to take him for his first haircut. It was pretty spur of the moment, so we went to the closest place, which was not one of those kid-only type places. I'm not sure it would have mattered where we were though. It did.not.go.well! I held Charlie's hands, Patrick held his face, and the guy cut as quickly as possible all through tears, lunges to get away, and an arched back in an attempt to get the scissors away. Poor guy... it was traumatic.