Getting Ryan to do anything that he does not want to do is a tiring task. The little guy needed a haircut. It was always ultra embarassing to take him to the stylist. He was "that" child that just screamed. I tried to solve the problem by giving him haircuts at home. For over a year, I would hold him down and use the clippers to give him a haircut. He would scream, cry and would not hold still. His hair would never be even-but I did not have to suffer all the dirty looks I would get when I took him someplace to do it. It was painful. Well, it was time for him to finally have a big boy haircut, so off to Fantastic Sam's we went. He cried from the minute I said haircut until he was called back to sit in the chair. I put him in a "bear hug" and the very patient stylist put capes over both of us and then she started. He screamed, and screamed, and screamed. Everyone was staring at us. I counted to him the entire time, which I hoped would take his mind off of every pass of the clippers or show him there was a light at the end of the tunnel. He screamed until the stylist pulled out the tiny little clippers called "the Peanut". I kept telling him how cute the clippers were and he finally settled down and watched what was going on. As soon as his haircut was done, he got "big boy" gel put in his hair. He then put a big smile on his face. It was finally over, and he looked handsome and I was ready for a nap.
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