Oliver’s first visit to the hairdressers‘ at 4 months old was a breeze.
We thought it’d always be like that.
But if you are a parent, you should know by now that unpredictability is pretty much a constant with a baby.
A few months later, we brought Oliver to the Junior League‘s branch at Parkway Parade and ended up with a crying, screaming baby. No amount of coaxing and wriggling of noisy toys worked. The session was short and hurried.
It was the same the second time.
This was the only picture I took during one of the sessions, when he was still blissfully unaware that we are going to place him in that dreaded chair again.
When Oliver’s hair grew out again, we tried cutting his hair ourselves and let’s just say, I’m not exactly cut out to be a hairdresser.
So we tried again at Junior League’s, same branch at Parkway Parade. A new haircut before Christmas.
However, this time, it was an old auntie who attended to us. And we were pleasantly surprised to find that not only did Oliver not flinch through out the session, he was actually bobbing a bit to the Barney video in front of him.
The other difference being, Daddy K wasn’t holding on to him this time. He was sitting on the booster chair by himself.
We didn’t even need to bring out the toys and O gave the auntie a sweet smile after she finished.
Daddy K said it’s probably because of age.
Or maybe he’s already expecting it.
So what do you think?
Age? Or just Accustomed?
Personally, I’m just glad we’ve got a tearless Christmas season.