Sometimes I would put her hair in those little whale spouts and that would keep the mess of bangs under control... for a time. Until she took a nap or wore a hat or just straight attempted to scalp herself. Besides, I've already lost most of those hair ties and unless Bruce can train his giant man-paws into some sort of nimble coiffing machines, it's not really a day to day kinda solution.
I don't know if it was the lack of a nap or what, but Wren was a docile lamb the entire time. She had a grand old time driving her police car and didn't fuss at all, even when she was getting her hair wet down.
Fun fact three: This stylist is awesome. She was wonderful with Wren and didn't even bother to up-sell me on their stuff. She did mention the Baby's First Haircut package they sell but then pointed up we had come with our own paparazzo (me).
Perhaps it was the lure of the firetruck or maybe it was all the attention his sister was getting or maybe it was because it wasn't me doing it this time, but Calder had decided that he did in fact want a hair cut. Awesome stylist lady was more than happy to oblige and I got the impression that she had been itching to get her implements on his shaggy mullet since the moment we walked in.
Calder apparently likes getting his hair cut now. This time it took 100% fewer lollipops and almost zero cajoling to get him to sit still for it. We still had to reassure him that she'd leave the top long but other than that he offered no resistance. He was even excited for her to style it. He thought he looked "So cool!" after.
|Cool? No, he looks OLD.|