Mom gets a hair cut

Before....

Andrew has no idea... What a challenge it was for Mom to get a *haircut* today!!! AHHHH is all Mom & Nanna have to say! It was very trying- especially for Andrew- he just had to be doing something other than hanging out in a hair salon for *3* hours! So yes, it took that long- it was an apprentice cut at a Newbury Street salon, "James Joseph". First, he was fine... Mom got a relaxing scalp massage-shampoo.
The cut started slowly.. much talk about the apprentice's choice of materials, the details of where my parts exist, that my hair is so thick and how my right eye is larger than my left, so that's where the part should go...
Then the teacher became sidetracked with 'weatherproofing' the window behind us with packing tape! AH! Didn't they realize we had a *baby* with us???!
Ah- the joys of being a hair model...
SO..... Nana had him well occupied for an hour or so... Then came lunch time! (We started at 11)... and fussing from baby- well, because, he's used to a good schedule. And what was I thinking, that we'd be outta here by now? After all, we did park at a 2 hour meter...
So, I started to get a bit tense. I could start hearing some fussing from the waiting area...
But Nana made-do. We brought some (not-to-messy/staining) pears and some cereal so she was able to feed him then (all while Mom was reminding the stylist that we'd have to "take a break" soon...)
Then baby became FUSSY!!! He'd had enough... I did feed him a bit but that didn't seem to help. The teacher (reasonably so) advised we *had to do something* b/c there were clients there, etc., (no one could stand fussy baby anymore) but at that point only the back of my hair was cut! What were we to do? Andrew got strapped back into his stroller... and, geez, sent down the elevator to the small hallway with Nana. Throughout the rest of the cut (which thankfully, the teacher "stepped up" the pace), everytime I saw someone come through the elevator, I had to wonder what they witnessed and what Nana was experiencing.
Then, a stranger lady (which I expected would happen), came up and asked, "is that your baby?".. and that my assistance was needed... I bounded downstairs to find Mr. Huff-n-puff, soooo ready for his Mama. Oh Geez!
Needless to say, Nana did an awesome job but we wonder when she'll want to sit again!
Perhaps, after this separation anxiety stage....

After!
Next battle: roots!
It's a "Vidal Sassoon" wash 'n wear style. All one length and still Andrew-proof since I can pull it back into a little pony tail :D Later on, he was batting at a few loose strands- more fun for him, too!