One of my most dreaded days of the year is tomorrow- school picture day.

Ugh

Of course, I always want a good picture, so I’m hoping when I send my son off to school that they are using every ounce of their being to entice a good smile out of him. So far in his first 2 years of school, they’ve done really well.

But, along with picture day, comes the haircut.

Oh, the haircut...

It is my most dreaded experience. And Cameron’s too. It’s absolutely torturous for both of us. I don’t trust a professional to do it because he moves so darn much, so I always do it myself. Giving a child with sensory issues a haircut is NOT a fun thing. Because, as hard as you try not to get any of the little hairs on them you will, and he will fuss and screech, and squirm and cry and try to knock the scissors out of your hand. And now I have the added bonus of having his baby sister running around eating the hair. Yum. And I always end up cutting myself because I am careful to keep my fingers between the scissors & his head. Another bonus.

In our household, when I have to do his hair, I usually plop him in front of the tv (try to distract him so he’s not as good at hitting me). By the end of it, it’s a toss up of who is crying the hardest and who is most angry. So, the haircut is scheduled for tonight. Wish me luck.