hair cut adventures

I have been waiting for a while to get my bub's hair cut. We were waiting on daddy to get home from Iraq. Well that time came last week. Mike was suppose to go to a school in New Jersey, but he got there early, and since there was 5 of them there early the people at the base said "we don't want you here" they rented a car and came home. It was a little surprise that lasted only about 3 days but it was nice. Anyways..

Last Monday April 28, I took Brandon to the Dr for his 15 month check up. His ears still weren't clear from his ear infection a couple of weeks ago so no shots. He weighs 29lbs 4 1/2 oz and is 33 3/4 inches tall. He barely let the Dr listen to his lungs or look in his ears. He was hysterical, screaming and pushing the Dr away. I swear at one point I heard him say "don't". They had a picture on the wall with a bus on it and he pointed to it and looked at the Dr and said "bus bus" and the Dr looked at me mouth open and said he is extremely advanced in speaking for his age. I said oh he's defiantly a talker. We have to watch what we say or do around him now. He likes to repeat. Stuff I thought they started doing a little older.

So Tuesday I was off too and since daddy was home, we decided to take bub's to his paw paw to get his hair cut....yea...the visit to the Dr was nothing compared to the hair cut!! Holy crap!!!!! He tried to jump out of the chair!!
This is when we first started. Paw paw has his own barbershop.



this was just a little later...he still has both ears but you would have thought someone cut one off the way he was crying!!




Needless to say Brandon didn't want anyone to even LOOK at him after it was all over except ma-ma. Every time Paw paw even looked at him he turned his head the other way. He didn't want dat-tee either. It was funny!