Clipping

Yesterday I got sick and tired of the boys (well, one boy in particular) not having their hair cut, and bought a set of hair clippers. Previous efforts at cutting Yuri's hair had resulted in his mum finishing the job, and TB, well you're lucky if you can get him near a set of hair clippers or scissors, let alone actually cut his hair.

Yesterday, after TB had his tea, I was ready to attack. We fairly easily convinced him to strip down to his pants (stopping those pesky hairs from getting underneath his t-shirt or down his trousers) and persuaded him that it wasn't going to hurt and off we went. He found it quite amusing and highly scratchy seeing all the hair fall (and lets face it, there was a hell of a lot of it) and ended up with a plastic bag (see, you can re-use them!) on his lap to stop the hair getting on his legs. Even so, he ended up constantly swiping himself with a barber's brush to get rid of all the hair.

Best of all, we only had one difficult moment, when the clippers could no longer do the job around his ears and the only way forward was the scissors. But, with careful ear holding so he knew I couldn't cut his ears off, he just about let me get on with it.

Then, after showering him off, he sat down to watch it all happening to daddy.

Later on he looked in the mirror, and started running his hand over his hair in the manner of someone who is incredibly impressed with their new hair cut, proclaiming that he liked his hair short and we could cut it again another time. He also decided (and me too) that he looked just like daddy now they both had short hair.

And just to prove how much alike they are...