Times are tough, and I haven't talked about it here much, yet, but if you have ever read any other blogs about kids with special needs, or if you are reading this, chances are you know first hand, that all of the therapies, equipment, medical bills, special diets, etc., etc. are not cheap.
So, like everyone else, we are trying to curtail our discretionary spending. No more fancy kid-themed hair salons for this boy. Being frugal is doing nothing to improve my scissor skills, however, so I enlisted the help of the best jack-of-all-trades that I know... Grandma. Cousin Maren was the willing assistant. She asked if she could cut his hair, and when we refused, she volunteered to be the official comb dipper (in water) but that still was too risky, so she agreed to just distract Fletcher when necessary.
The First Cut with Maren Assisting by Putting on Chapstick
(the girl is a chapstick fiend)
Not Too Worried About Fletcher's Tentative Expression but the Help's is a Little Concerning
Not Too Shabby, Thanks Grandma!
Check out those Molars
While we had to clean up our mess afterward, and there was no cool pink camo smock for me to wear while I held him (in fact, as you may have noticed, his Child-Rite seat did a pretty good job positioning him at first, although to get the back I did have to hold him), overall I think it was worth saving the 25-or-so bucks.