Last Wednesday before the morning sickness, poorly named since it lasts all day, arrived I took David out for a double whammy day of torture. He got a flu shot and a haircut.
Although he survived both pretty well.
A few weeks ago he went with me to the lab to get some blood drawn. While the technician was poking me with needles, David asked me if I was being brave because I wasn’t crying. So I told him to try and be brave like Mommie when they gave him the shot.
Brave nothing! This kid has nerves of steel. He didn’t flinch. Not even a little.
I couldn’t believe it. That was the first time we left the pediatrician’s office after a shot with out crying, and wringing of hands, and gnashing of teeth.
And that was just me.
David was always a basket case afterward too.
Then we went to get David’s haircut. Usually he tolerates that pretty well. But he has thrown a tantrum a time or two in the barber’s chair. I was afraid the the shot and the haircut in one day would be too much.
We go to a place called Snip It’s that only does kid’s hair. The chairs and capes are kid-sized, there’s a TV and toys at every station to distract them and the stylists are experts in cutting kid’s hair. That means they can cut straight, and not poke your child’s eye out even if he is flailing and screaming.
Fortunately on this day David was fine. He just sat patiently and let the stylist cut his hair. Much to my relief.
I was trying to grow David’s hair out into one of those cool shaggy High School Musical styles, but he didn’t like having it long. So we went back to short hair. Here’s a before.
This photo was taken when we out to dinner with Grandma and Grandpa a few weeks ago. Note the ice cream in one hand and the brownie in the other. NO, THEY DON’T SPOIL HIM!
Here’s the after photo.
O.K. So it’s still disheveled. David’s hair always seems to be out of place. And I’m not sure what’s with the Makali Culkin impression. By the way the sweater he’s wearing he picked out himself at The Children’s Place. I’m pretty sure I had one just like it back in the 80’s. Although I hated mine as I recall.
After the haircut I took David to the mall to make up for all the torture. He ate a huge piece of pizza, his favorite food, at the food court.
Then I let him run around in the indoor play area. A lot of malls around here have those. It’s a good way to entice mom to go shopping on cold, snowy days. It always amazes me that they have these places, because it seems to me that 50 kids under 48 inches tall running around in a small enclosed area, jumping and climbing, is a law suit waiting to happen. But as far as I know no one has been maimed — yet.
Then we shared some ice cream before heading home.
I barely had David strapped in the booster seat before he fell asleep. He snoozed all the way home.
That is amazing! He got a shot and a haircut with no screaming, whining, or crying? That would never have happened to my oldest when he was younger. He still whines about getting his hair cut.
Love the haircut! He is growing up so fast! Such a big brave boy now!