Henry's first haircut

Getting Monsieur Henry a haircut was a two day affair, which started yesterday with a trip to Little Clippers in Lake Oswego. I had read good things about this place and it seemed a little less trendy than another place I knew about farther away in West Linn. For these reasons, it was the first place on our list of potential kid salons to try. So, we walked in the door and I spoke with the lady behind the front counter. She was nice enough but seemed a bit confused when I told her it didn't matter what DVD they put in because Henry doesn't watch television. "Elmo?" she asked. And my response is something like, "Yeah, he doesn't watch t.v. so he doesn't really know who Elmo is, but that's cool." The hair stylist came out and I mentioned I have a photo online of how I'd like his hair to be cut. They don't have internet there. Or at least they don't allow customers to use it to show them pictures of haircuts. I'm not to worry, though, as they have a book of pictures I can peruse until I find a pic of what I like. She opened the book to the first page for me and do you know who I see? Do you?

Jimmy F---ing Kimmel (see pic below)
And that's it for me. I can't look any further because I can't for the life of me figure out why you'd put Jimmy Kimmel's picture in a book of haircuts for kids. Seriously. Who the heck walks into a kid salon and requests that hair for their one-year old? (Answer: No one.) I make my lame excuse and Henry and I quickly escape.

Today, we underwent haircut attempt number two at a place called Sit Still in West Linn. It just happens to be next to Spoiled Rotten so, yea! Shopping! (Just kidding, Darr.) The Sit Still folks were awesome. I wouldn't want to be the one wielding scissors next to a jumpy kid's head but our hair stylist, Becca, did a fantastic job. She was like frickin' Muhammad Ali, with her jab and weave manuevers while snipping Henry's locks. And now, Monsieur Huck is sportin' his very first haircut. Trés debonair.