In which someone decides he's finally ready

You know the sound your computer makes when it's stuck? Sort of a low laborious whir? That's how my brain feels tonight as BlogHer08 comes to a close. So please forgive me for my slow processing while I look for the appropriate distraction. In Drama Mama's charming turn of phrase, "Shiny! Look over here!"

Kristen and Vicki and went home late enough today to be able to come by with Jordan for a quick bite this morning. Afterwards, I took them to the train and Isaac and I went for a haircut. It's been a long time coming: he'd made the progression from George Harrison to sort of mid-Beck.

I wasn't sure what to expect. The last time J. tried to take him in, it was well over an hour of frantic wailing until he finally gave up. We've been talking about haircuts a bit lately; not quite as social story but as offhanded remark. "Isaac, your hair is huuuge!" we'd say, and he'd answer, "No! No haircut!" Okay, I'd think. No luck, but at least the abstract associations are coming along.

This time, I waited until we were about a block away before I mentioned the idea. He was not amused. But I parked, and we sat for a while, until suddenly he decided he was ready. And he walked right in.

Thus, about a half hour later, I was in possession of one newly-barbered boy. I wish I could tell you what made the difference this time, but I suspect it was a slow build-up to the idea, helped by the fact that I didn't push. But I think the real reason is that Isaac decided he was ready. He's is more and more interested in making his own decisions these days.

To celebrate, we went for pizza.

Comments

[niksmom]

Breakfast with friends, a smooth and easy haircut, and a pizza celebration! Sounds like a pretty wonderful day. What a way to end the weekend, eh?

[kristen]

Thanks for the lovely breakfast. What a joy to finally meet Isaac and his dad!

[Special Needs Mama]

Pizza is good. A hair cut is even better. I'm duly impressed. As for lunch and all the rest? Terrific.