I had been saying that I was going to give H a "high and tight" haircut for our beach trip since I don't want to scrub sand from his locks of blonde- and it would all around be easier.
Adam and I, were going to be going to a baseball game that night so I had the afternoon planned to a tee. Shower for me at 3:00, haircut for H at 3:30, me getting ready and done by 5:00. It was a divine plan I even had my outfit picked out AND a second option for when I felt fat.
3:00: I jump in shower, H is screaming at me banging on the shower doors because he wants to get in, and has woken from his nap early.
3:30: Haircut begins. H freaks out as I spread the plastic onto the floor to catch hair. Literally screaming in the corner pointing to said plastic. I begin showing him the M&M's he will receive when he sits and gets his haircut. (plan not working)
3:45 I'm sweating because I was wrestling him down, I tell him I do not want to hear him throw a fit so I will blow dry my hair because I am not afraid of noises or plastic.
4:00: I finally manage to get him on the plastic (topped with a towel) and cut his hair, not easy as he is screaming and wiggling, I believe he ate 5 M&M's. (This may not seem like a lot to you but we watch how much sugar H gets and he wouldn't now candy if he saw it0
4:30: Haircut complete. He is still screaming like Sampson, he doesn't like the sight of his golden locks on the floor or even touching him, I blow dry the hair off of him and he flips out when he sees it again.
At this time I decide once again I do not want to hear the temper tantrum he is throwing, I clean up the mess of hair to avoid any hair balls attacking him and begin to flat iron my hair. With each stroke of the flat iron I find myself not hearing the cries, after about 15-20 minutes of high heat on my own hair and careful combing I am shocked to see the best flat ironing I have done since having a child. It looks AMAZING. H's hair looks pretty good to, for a wiggling 2 year old, in fact people asked where he got it done. I say Salon De Steele.
Needless to say my day was all about hair. And lucky me had a fine hair day that night... until the rain.

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