Shave and a Haircut...Twoooooo Biiiiiiiits
Except no shave.
I took The Smoodge to Sharkey's today for a hair cut. She's been sticking her hair in her mouth and chewing on it, then ripping it out of her mouth while still clamped between her teeth. Which makes this hair ripping sound that is not too far from nails on a chalkboard. Which in turn makes me want to jab a paperclip through my retina. It also means that at the end of the day the sides of her hair resemble the texture of the hair in this picture.
I'm entirely too scared to cut her hair myself. When I was little, my mom took me to a place to get my hair cut, and instead they cut into the bottom of my right ear lobe. I still have the scar. And am still severely traumatized. So when I think about cutting The Smoodge's hair, I have all these horrible visions of her coughing and jamming the sharp end of the scissors up her nose, or through her temple. Try explaining THAT one to CPS. I have cut her bangs a couple of times, but that's usually something I have to
drink talk myself into.
So to save The Smoodge from an impaled noggin and myself from having to buy more booze, I took her to Sharkey's. It's this cute little place that specializes in kids haircuts. The 'chair' that The Smoodge got to sit in was a Barbie Jeep (which, on a side note, I know now not to buy her, because her short little feet don't reach the pedals), and watch Elmo (Mell-Mo!) while some other woman got to worry about stabbing the baby. I took pictures, she got her haircut, and nobody had to explain anything to the authorities. And now, for your viewing pleasure, and without further ado, except for this sentence, and possibly...oh never mind, here's the pics:
Pulling the gum out of her mouth. Just after this, she handed it to me. Babies are gross.
The expression on her face is freaking priceless. Except it's not what it looks like. She's trying to look around the stylists hands to watch Elmo (Mell-Mo!). But still. Funny.
See that hair dryer? I WANT THAT.
Pretty hair, Mommy?