The evil deed is done.

Left it way too long to write stuff down but here goes.


The evil deed is done.

After a couple too many comments about how Tanner had “modern” hair, I decided that it had to go.

Auntie Karen made a valiant attempt at shearing the little fella. An attempt, I might add, that came with strategy.

The strategy was to bathe him in the kitchen sink and cut his hair while he was in there. I only caught the end of the adventure and entertaining it was.

I walked into the kitchen to see Tanner in the sink with Tracy trying to entertain him and Auntie dashing in and out with scissors flying left and right. All things considered, it turned out pretty well, the “Spock” sideburns had gone and the back didn’t cross his collar anymore.

Spock Sideburns


3 weeks later, “Spock” sideburns were back and he was looking like Isaac again. For those of you that have never met Isaac he has the quintessential “modern” haircut.
Nothing wrong with the way Isaac looks but it’s his choice. If it was my choice, Issac too, would have a “normal” haircut.

Isaacs "modern haircut"


So that’s how we ended up at Brentwood mall looking for the kid friendly barber/hairdresser, not sure which one it is.

After wandering around for awhile, he likes going up and down in the elevator anyway, we found the place.

It was really cool actually, the chairs looked like the rides outside Safeway and there were lcd TV’s playing Dora.

Dora is “Dora the Explorer”. Tanner’s never seen it, so I knew it was going to be no help.

Unlike with last episode at the shearing shed, he didn’t scream when I put him “in the chair” but it didn’t take long.

As soon as he saw the shears he obviously had flashbacks to the lovely Vietnamese lady (and I truly mean that, she was really nice) and the screaming started.

The cool looking seats (I opted for the red racing car) had no seatbelts which is, in my opinion, a major design flaw. So I had to manually restrain him, which started of as just keeping his arms down and then progressed to holding his head still with both hands.

Now, the shears don’t hurt, not in the slightest, and I think he realized that. As the torture went on he would stop crying as soon as she lifted the shears away from his head and then start as soon as they touched him again.

I could see in his face that he had gotten to the point where he knew it wasn’t that bad and really, it didn’t hurt at all "but I’ve started so I’ll finish" he thought to himself. He was crying for the sake of it and I knew it. Now kid , I have the upper hand, this is it, it’s a haircut, it’s not surgery, get over it.

And then she changed weapons, out came the scissors “oh no” I thought.

Then the real screaming began.

He was fine as soon as I took him out of the chair and the nice lady even laminated a lock of hair.

“see you in six months” she said “not if I can help it” he replied.

Hey! Yesterday you could only say cookie!

Maybe I imagined that last bit.


So here's the final product, ignore what's in his mouth, but check out the gel at the front. Needless to say, we don't do that.