Haircuts

Today both Nicholas and I got our haircut. For me, it was a wonderful relaxing treat and I enjoyed the quiet time very much. Plus I love my short new due. While I was at the salon, Graham was taking Nicholas to get his hair cut. A few months ago, Nicholas developed a fear of getting his haircut. I have always done his haircuts and for some reason he just started freaking out and due to his hysterical tantrums, I have not been able to cut his hair for 4 months now! Graham and I could no longer stand the rattail that he had grown and thought Nicholas might do better at a kid's cut place and if Daddy took him instead of Mommy. Well he had a great time, up until it was time to get in the chair and then the hysterics started. Graham did all the right things--lollipop, bribed him with a present at the end, Finding Nemo on tv, etc--but nothing worked. He came back home with the rattail still intact! We decided that we just had to hold him down and give the boy a cut--otherwise he'd soon be looking like Kate Hudson's little boy Ryder with girlie rock star hair--Not our boy! We brought his booster seat into the bathroom and strapped him in. Graham held him down and I went to work with the trimmer. Poor Nicholas was bright red, covered in sweat and snot from all the crying, and of course covered in hair. He kept saying over and over "I all done. I fine. All done now." Over and over in between sobs. It was a good thing that none of my DFCS friends showed up at the house at that time. In the end I decided to us the clippers on his entire head (instead of just the back and sides like I normally do) so he has a very short cut so that we can wait a while before we have to go through this again. But he does look very cute, even though it's different than what we're used too.
Here are a few examples of some of the funny things Nicholas has said recently: Yesterday while playing with his Little People nativity scene, Baxter tried to pick up one of the pieces and Nick said "Daster, we don't eat Jesus!" Whenever Bax came near it, he would repeat this. Then tonight, I was in the kitchen and burped (this happens when you're 9 months pregnant!) and from across the living room without even looking up Nick yells out "Excuse me!"