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R had a hair-cut yesterday. We have come a long way from having screaming sessions at the barber shop with R sitting on the husband's lap and the husband holding R's hands, feet and head from shaking violently and the barber wiping a sweat or two from his brow after the 2 minute ordeal of having the machine run over the little guy's tiny head to R now sitting still on his own without flinching a bit even as the razor comes close to his ears. Yes, now the barber can safely use the scissors without having panic attacks :-)

When the appa asked R who cut his hair, he promptly replied "Barber shop". The husband corrected him accordingly, so when they entered the house, he reported to me, "amma, the barber cut my hair, not barber shop, Ok?"

After coming back from school, R  demanded for his pair of scissors and promptly took out his toy horse. When I asked him what he was going to do, he said that he's going to give the horse a hair-cut!


So, that's our little barber with the poor horse getting a hair-cut.



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  1. Talk of haircuts always reminds me of Damita's and Shehan's first mottai - total horror tales. So glad that R is settled down to the process.. and giving haircut to the horsie is too cute :)

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    1. oh the mottai was a complete horror episode...R screamed as though he was about going be beheaded!!!

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  2. So cute...a girl would have chopped off all her doll's hair.
    Of course there is also the tale of the brother who was enthusiastic enough to cut his sister's hair!

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    1. hahaha..ads cut Y's hair..god! my niece chopped off my granny hair once! :-))

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  3. Btw I like this marathon...all my favourite bloggers are posting every day :)

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  4. Ok so were all the comments above made by one Aparna or are 2 Aparna's involved here?? :)
    N 's case was ulta, for the first few hair cuts he was pretty chilled out but as he started growing up the fear of hair cuts started settling in deep. I or my husband had to have him on our lap while he got a cut. It is getting better now though. Love to R!!

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    1. LOL Simran! there are two Aparnas here..I seem to have a lot of Aparnas as friends..maybe it's time to nick name them ;-)
      uh..oh hope N outgrows his fear of the hair-cut...

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  5. You probably have the best-looking horse in the neighbourhood now!

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  6. He he he:)

    It reminded me of my cousin's first hair cut... oh what a scene that was at the barber shop!!Completely hilarious... even she came back and cut off her barbie's hair

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  7. Lucky you. My 7.5-year old still fusses a lot at his haircut and my 3-year old is sporting a raggedy mop because she starts crying violently at even the suggestion of a haircut.

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    1. we used to ask the barber to give R a nearly clean shaven head initially, so that our visits to the salon were reduced :-))

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  8. so its not just kutti "r" who does it?
    so its just not me who thinks this tonsuring ceremony as a harrowing experience?
    We ll be doing another mottai for kutti "r" this time with a much bigger crowd and a whole lot of festivities....but I can't bear to see him cry...The last time we had the mottai - he cried solidly for 10 long minutes...Poor baby of mine was only 7 months old then...I am scared at the thought of the scene come February 2013... :(
    I am just happy reading this post that our little ones grow out of the fear of having their hair chopped :)
    you son looks like such a chamathu little kutti :) hugs to the little one!

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    1. oh the mottai session was horrible..thankfully we have only one, so am done with it..
      thanks, Swathika :-)))

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  9. haha..Our R also got a hair cut the day before. This time, we got a coupon in mail and took him there. Though there is a coupon, the price is the same ;) I donno what's the point in using the coupon then. So, the deal about it is after the hair cut, they washed his hair and then gave him a slight massage on the back as it is his first time :) Now, he brags that is the best salon ever I have been..there is a TV here and there is no TV in my regular shop I go :)Btw, you are keeping up in the blog running:)

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    1. lol on the price being same despite the coupon :-))
      and they do notice the details, right?!!!

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    2. oh btw, am only at day 8..feels like climbing a mountain :-0

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  10. sheer brilliance! R is so damn cute!

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  11. same old ..same old. Thanks for writing everyday . I start my day reading your blog. Specially love to catch up on Rishabh stories. Love your writing :)

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    1. thanks so much Swati..that's so nice to hear..you should start writing too...I love the way you write too!

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