Monday, March 22, 2010
Hair cut heartbreak
Funny thing about Henry. He does not like hair cuts. Or nails trimmed. Or ears cleaned. This makes keeping a little man looking debonair a challenge. Thankfully, his wonderful father is inordinately interested in mastering various skills and has committed himself to learning how to cut hair. A pair of old kitchen scissors and a quick You Tube tutorial and we're all set.
But the real secret to Henry's cooperation is, as with most children, bribery. This child who has a dislike for darn near every taste and texture has an Achilles Heel. Candy.
Unfortunately, we have to keep shoveling the chocolate in his mouth to keep it too busy to scream. I think today he had about four Reese's pumpkins. Yes, from Halloween. Keeping in mind how much sugar that is for a 25 pounder, it's a miracle he's sleeping right now.
I don't know what the sensory processing connection is to hair cuts and nail trimming. I'm really hoping to get some tips this month on how to make a hygienic life a peaceful life in our house. Don't even get me started on bathtime.
With any luck, Henry will grow up and adopt Western standards of cleanliness. But if God had meant us to be clean all the time, He wouldn't have invented cologne.
Posted by The Closet Idealist at 12:40 AM