green haired monster...

Getting his haircut has never been his favorite thing to do. It has been a disaster ever since the first one. This morning we had a long talk about how we were going to get a haircut and if he was good he could get a special treat. He was very agreeable and mature about it. He said he was ready to go and in fact kept asking about it while we ran a few other errands. He used to cry even when we just pulled into the parking lot, but not today - he was excited today. He even did good getting in the chair and putting his cape on. But the brave front flew out the door once she got out the clippers. Then it was a full-on tantrum and fight until the end. I guess we made some progress this time. Hopefully it just keeps getting better, it has to, right? The only thing he does like about getting his haircut is that they spray colored hairspray in his hair when he is done. He always picks green.

Note to self: We definitely do not need anymore outdoor toys.