Christopher got his hair cut last week at an overpriced kiddie salon that I only shell out for when absolutely necessary (read: he's been there 3 times in his life and I do the in-between trimmings, for better or worse...). The stylist wanted to use an electric razor on the back of his neck and over his ears to really clean him up and so he let her. He's pretty trusting. Plus, he was distracted by the video playing in front of him. The stylist had cued up a Thomas the Train movie for him on the little DVD player and he was captivated by that. The cut came out nicely, if a bit short for my taste. I do love it when it's just long enough to still see some of his curl. Ah well - it should last us until the end of summer!
Afterwards, I asked him what he thought about the haircut and he told me, "She was pushing my buttons and cracking my neck, Mama."
I think he meant the DVD player buttons and the shaving/buzzing of the razor, but it was pretty darn funny.
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Before leaving his bedroom tonight after stories and rocking and songs, I asked what he was going to dream about and he enthusiastically told me, "Playdoh! And cheese... and crackers!" Preschool is tomorrow and I think he's looking forward to it.
I'm so glad that I have another little one who will go through this stage in exactly two years from now. Though the rough moments of toddlerdom are indeed, rough, there are moments like these that are so sweetly wonderful.
