Barber Shop

As a female the concept of a barber shop is something I don't quite understand. I mean really, who wants to sit in some chair waiting for 3 other people to get their hair cut before you when you could just make an appointment. I took Gherkin for his first haircut in a real live barber shop (spinning red pole outside) yesterday. We usually go to this place that caters to kids (little trucks for them to sit in) but no such luck here in the frontier. I was a little concerned about having him just sit on the board across the arm rests but the little man didn't squirm at all. I had to hold his head still a couple of times but he didn't even flinch when the razor got turned on.Gherkin was quite happy with the way the cut turned out. Luckily you can't see the newest bruise that was added to the collection, although the haircut did expose it a bit more. He took a flying leap off the couch and met his doom with the coffee table (which if you ask Uncle A it very easy to do - at least Gherkin didn't draw blood). The best part of the cut in Mommy's book - half the price of the east coast!
This morning Gherkin decided to show off some of his table manners. He has taken to stuffing hand fulls of Cheerios into his mouth. Sometimes he even forgets to take his fingers out and contemplates for a bit as to how to eat around his fingers.
It seems that Gherkin thinks all is grand in his little world of Grandparents. He is having a great time trying out his voice - I think Grandpa would like a volume control on the boy sometimes :)

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