Haircuts are the Worst

Tonight was the dreaded haircut night at our house.  We've been putting this off for a couple weeks now because it's never easy.  Charlie hates haircuts.  There is no part of a hair cut that Charlie likes.  We usually need to start prepping Charlie a few days before the haircut so he isn't totally thrown off.  However, prepping this time did not help at all.  In fact, when I told him a couple days ago that we were doing haircuts, he was visibly scared and then ruminated about it for several hours.

No matter what we do, Charlie hates haircuts.  He hates the way the clippers sound and feel on his head.  He hates the way the hair feels when it touches his skin.  We've tried haircuts in a salon, with scissors, with clippers, with a cape, without a cape, with towels wrapped around him, with bribes.  No matter what we do we've never had a simple- easy-going haircut.

Our usual go-to plan is quick and simple.  Dad usually needs to hold him or hold his hands while mom buzzes with the clippers as fast as possible.  There's always tears, screaming, squirming and trying to get away.  We can usually get it all done in under 5 minutes.  Nothing fancy, no layers, no styling, just quick and simple.  

Tonight was followed by lots of Sunny snuggles to help recover from such an event.