Sweaty and hairy- it is not a pretty combo on a lady

Well, it is officially that time of year again. The time of year where I have to apply prescription-strength deodorant twice a day and bust out my "summer" pregnancy clothes, even though I was supposed to have this baby in "the spring." Ha. Funny how spring lasted all of four hours yesterday morning.

Since I was already sweating yesterday, I figured it was only appropriate for me to carry on and sweat some more (because I like to make my showers count). My mother recently commented on how badly Sam needs a haircut, and if I didn't do it soon, she was going to do it when she came up. Wanting to avoid another mullet-cut (much like the one Steve gave Sam not too long ago), and also to spare my mother the trauma that is Taking Sam To The Barber, I opted to take him myself yesterday afternoon. We went up to the PX and I talked nonstop on the way there about how he was going to get his hair combed! Just like at bedtime! And it was going to be so! much! fun! I was going to read all of his favorite books and he could even walk around the PX afterwards if he was a good boy! Oh it was going to be such fun!

There might be a possibility that I have these pep talks more for myself than for Sam. But whatever. At least one of us is benefiting from them.

We walked towards the barber shop and saw that there was a small line of guys waiting. Then I kept noticing how centrally-located this barber shop was and decided that I did not want to experience a meltdown of that magnitude in front of God and the world, so we went a little further down to the ladies' salon. They are more in the corner and have doors that shut them off from the rest of the PX and overall, I feel like they might be more suited to cut a screamy, squirmy toddler's hair.

Luckily we had time to watch another girl get her hair cut before it was Sam's turn. ("See? She's getting her hair combed! Look how nice and quiet she is! Oh she's being so good. Her hair is so pretty! Please stop licking the chair. Please. Seriously. That chair is disgusting. Oh it's our turn now! Let's go have some FUN.")

We go to the back and I plop Sam down on the booster seat. He is already unhappy with this situation. He becomes IRATE when she ties the little smock around him because OMG WHERE DID MY HANDS GO?! But once we find his hands and I simultaneously bust out Chex while reading books and showing him a video of Steve singing the Army song (that video is a WINNER), he calms down. He did really well while she cut the back of his hair and I thought that maybe we were experiencing some sort of break-through. But then she had to come into his line of sight and cut around his ears and all hell seemed to break loose. Or so I thought. He completely lost it when she cut his bangs. As in, I had to sit in the chair (no smock for Mama) and do the death grip (usually reserved for the doctor's office, but busted out for special occasions such as this) while he screamed and tried to flail his way out of my arms. Once she finished, I was literally soaked with sweat.

Side note: I know I talk about sweating a lot, and y'all probably think I have overactive glands or something equally gross that should be taken care of in a doctor's office, but honestly, these places are just HOT. And being in a hot place, holding a hot child, while baking a hot baby tends to cause excessive sweating. And this is just one reason that I LOATHE summer and all seasons that hint towards "warm."

Unfortunately, I do not have any entertaining shots of him DURING this haircut experience since I was there alone, but trust me when I say that it was something; something I never want to do by myself again. But he survived and his haircut is adorable and I eventually got all of his hair off of me (no easy task since the sweat was acting as a natural adhesive).

I will have to get some toddler pictures of Steve as proof, but I think Sam looks like an EXACT REPLICA of Steve when he was younger. Especially with this haircut. Steve disagrees and says that Sam is much cuter (bonus points Steve!), but regardless, he is the most adorable boy that ever existed. That statement may or may not be tinged with some personal opinion. I have severe pregnancy brain, so nothing is very clear to me right now. But I'm pretty sure that's accurate.