Ay caramba!

I call this one the Bart Simpson ‘do.

This one is called “the dude”.

We have to break out the big guns when I cut Noah’s hair: we allow him to watch music videos (Katy Perry, Jack Johnson, etc.) on my Kindle and give him something cheesy and/or crunchy to eat.  It still feels like I am cutting a wild beast’s hair.  In fact, it would probably be easier to cut a wild beasts’ hair.  We all know that Noah never stops moving; add to that his awareness of scissors around his ears and there is the ever present threat of a head jerk or head slap at all times.  Might be time to invest in a Flowbee!  He does like the vacuum…