Mullet over...get it?! Mullet ...oh never mind.
Ralph's barbershop sits in the middle of town, and has been where my grandfathers on both sides have gone for years. Ralph has been the barber for three generations in my family, and yesterday, I decided it was time to pay him a visit- with both boys.
When we first arrived, both boys were perfect. They sat in their seats for about five minutes without so much as a peep. I took a picture. Jordan was actually smiling.
Dylan was looking forward to seeing Ralph. He gets a kick out of the fact that there's "always old people with white hair" there. Jordan had a natural mullet. His hair just grew like that. I like to say that he gets that from his father. Jordan was in desperate need for a hair cut, and knowing his temperment, I was scared for my life. So, I brought my sister, Lauren with me. Luckily for us, she's just as savvy taking pictures as she is watching four year olds.
Predictably, Dylan sat stoic in the seat while Jordan screached at me for not being able to entertain him properly, you know, with crackers and stuff. Dylan was finished quickly, and we all braced ourselves for the wrath of Jordan.
I sat in the hot seat, holding Jordan while Ralph fired up the clippers. Jordan started freaking out. As Ralph made his first run with the clippers, Jordan instantly stopped yelling and squirming.
Oh. My. God.
For the eight of ten total minutes it took for Jordan to be sheered, he sat silent. Once Ralph started using the scissors, Jordan wanted it to be over with.
After Jordan was finished, he stopped being "Jordan." (If you read this blog on a regular basis, and/or know Jordan first hand, you know what I mean.) For the past 36 hours, he has been a normal child. He started to make this weird noise in the car after lunch, (TGIFridays- which he smiled through)and Lauren and I turned to see what was wrong with him, and we realized, he was fake laughing.
Lauren and I decided that he was just so unhappy with his natural mullet, that he screamed (for the thirteen months he's been here) until someone had the friggin sense to chop it off.
Thanks to the magic of cameras, we have documented proof for your viewing pleasure.
Photo: Sarah
Photo: Sarah
Photo: Sarah
Photo: Sarah
When we first arrived, both boys were perfect. They sat in their seats for about five minutes without so much as a peep. I took a picture. Jordan was actually smiling.
Dylan was looking forward to seeing Ralph. He gets a kick out of the fact that there's "always old people with white hair" there. Jordan had a natural mullet. His hair just grew like that. I like to say that he gets that from his father. Jordan was in desperate need for a hair cut, and knowing his temperment, I was scared for my life. So, I brought my sister, Lauren with me. Luckily for us, she's just as savvy taking pictures as she is watching four year olds.
Predictably, Dylan sat stoic in the seat while Jordan screached at me for not being able to entertain him properly, you know, with crackers and stuff. Dylan was finished quickly, and we all braced ourselves for the wrath of Jordan.
I sat in the hot seat, holding Jordan while Ralph fired up the clippers. Jordan started freaking out. As Ralph made his first run with the clippers, Jordan instantly stopped yelling and squirming.
Oh. My. God.
For the eight of ten total minutes it took for Jordan to be sheered, he sat silent. Once Ralph started using the scissors, Jordan wanted it to be over with.
After Jordan was finished, he stopped being "Jordan." (If you read this blog on a regular basis, and/or know Jordan first hand, you know what I mean.) For the past 36 hours, he has been a normal child. He started to make this weird noise in the car after lunch, (TGIFridays- which he smiled through)and Lauren and I turned to see what was wrong with him, and we realized, he was fake laughing.
Lauren and I decided that he was just so unhappy with his natural mullet, that he screamed (for the thirteen months he's been here) until someone had the friggin sense to chop it off.
Thanks to the magic of cameras, we have documented proof for your viewing pleasure.
First Arrival
Dylan Before (thinking about old people)
Photo: SarahDylan After (obviously unamused with me)
Photo: SarahJordan Before (please note the mullet)
Photo: SarahJordan After
Photo: SarahAh, so kill me. I liked both pictures.
Labels: MDM, Whose kids are these?
posted by Sarah at
Friday, January 13, 2006
1 Comments:
Sarah, I just popped on over to say HI! so...HI!! and also: your 2 boys are handsome and precious with a capital P. LOVE the mullet pic! (but he'll thank you later for helping him fix that...)
:-)
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