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This morning we headed out with Teo to the Real Barber Shop because he was in such a desperate need of a haircut. I swear, if we waited much longer, dude would have been able to rock a man bun. Actually. Correction. My kid is cute and all, but not sure if he’d have been able to rock a man bun.
Anyways, as per our usual routine, we had contacted the guys to make an appointment. Those brothers know Mateo already. They work with us. They understand sometimes we have to cancel at the last minute, because Mateo is too hyper or too anxious. They also know that he has little patience waiting. Even though we do make an appointment every time, they’ll message to say if the place is really busy to take our time or if it’s empty, to see if we could come early.
They really do try with Mateo. They are patient as he bounces and claps and slides around in the chair. They’ve got great reflexes when he suddenly tilts his head to one side to look at himself in the mirror. My boy sure does like looking at himself. Best of all, they work fast, because Mateo sitting never, EVER, lasts for very long. Honestly, I only have good things to say about our experiences going there.
3:30AM Start
Today was no different. They initially told us to come at 3:00PM, but Mateo woke this morning at 3:30AM. He was happy and laughing and playful. He never went back to bed. Actually, he was swimming by 5:15AM. I knew the playful, good mood wouldn’t last until his appointment. He would either crash and need to take a nap, or he’d get super hyper and cranky. Since I had other errands to run anyway, we packed him up and we headed out.
Once out, we contacted the barber to see if he was free. He told us to give him 30 mins and he can fit Mateo in. While waiting, I stopped by a fruit stand to pick up some stuff. The lady gave me two bananas as brata. I honestly can’t remember getting brata since I was a kid running out to the store for my mom. I smiled and thought, “maybe today will be a good day.”
BaBaBa!
When I got back in the car, Mateo, still happy and smiling, claps and says, “bababa”. Now lately he’s really been making more sounds and trying to communicate verbally. (Last week, he tried to say Fan and his version of ice cream, since my niece had made him Mint Oreo, his favorite.) I smiled at him, but had no clue what he was trying to say or actually, if he was trying to say something or was just happy making sounds.
Then he leans forward to the front seat and repeats, “bababa”. 3 syllables again. This time, he points right to the banana on the passenger seat next to me. Surprised since he doesn’t even eat bananas, I said, “Mateo! You said banana. Do you want banana?” He gives me this all-knowing, I’m smarter than the average bear, Bubu, grin. And claps his hand. A couple minutes later, he leans forward again. “Bababa!” And he picks up the banana and waves it around. Of course I’m clapping and cheering him on. He doesn’t want to eat the banana. He’s just extremely pleased at himself.
Theme Song: I’m Sexy and I Know It!
After our cheering, we headed in for his haircut. It was the usual. He clapped, slid around in his chair, stared constantly at himself in the mirror and probably tired out the very patient barber. Mateo walked out of there like a new man in under 30 mins.
Little Progress Makes For Great Days
My day might have started at 3:30AM, but I got two free bananas, spontaneous verbal communication from my very happy kid, and he got a much needed haircut. All in all, not a bad day. Oh! And my sister just messaged that she was waiting at Tavern while her youngest gets a haircut. They have a 2 for 1 deal on Margaritas today. Score! I’m now waiting for my Mango Margarita to be delivered. I’m a sleepy but very happy mom today.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][leap_image image=”3945″ align=”center” animationtype=”fadeIn” animationspeed=”10″][/vc_column][/vc_row]
