We took him to Snip Snaps in Shelton and he was smiling from ear to ear when he walked in and saw all the toys they had lying around for him to play with . . . then we tried to put him in the airplane chair so that the stylist could cut his hair - that's when we lost him.
Chris and I looked each other - we both knew immediately that this airplane chair wasn't going to work out, no matter how convincing of an argument we presented him with. The poor stylist grabbed hold of the airplane chair and dragged it all the way to the other side of the salon. She then grabbed a regular chair (the kind you and I sit in when we have our hair cut) and dragged that chair all the way back over to her station. Chris sat in the chair, put Shane on his lap, and pretty much held him against his will for the next 6 or 7 minutes. Poor Daddy. And poor Shane, I swear our son has years of therapy ahead of him and he's only 22 months old!!!
Below are some pictures that outline the momentous occassion. You'll notice there are no pictures of Mom in the batch. As tough of a time as Shane had, I had an even more difficult time with it! My baby went from looking like a baby to looking like a 5 year old, all within less than 10 minutes! Maybe I should just line up that therapist for him now???!!??
The "Before" . . .
Cape's on and we're ready to go!
He's being ANYTHING but cooperative - that poor stylist . . .
He seriously looks like she's torturing him! 
Save me, Mommy!!! Please!!
And, the "After" . . . Notice that he's happy as can be now that he's walking around playing with his "gees" (trucks) again.
Meet my 5 year old . . .
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