Marshy has needed a haircut for a while. He was so good this afternoon. He usually fights and kicks and screams, and we all end up with scratches and bruises all over us. He sat in the salon chair so nicely. Angel buzzed the back of his hair, then got out the scissors. He hasn't let her cut the top of his hair for a while, so it was pretty long. While she was cutting his hair, we discovered that he has started to develop cradle cap.
I couldn't believe it! I thought only babies could get cradle cap! Angel recommended a good shampoo to get, and we stopped at the store to pick it up on our way home.
Bathtime later before bed was not pleasant. Poor Marshy. I felt really bad, scrubbing his head as hard as I was. But I had to loosen the dryness up. Then I spent the rest of the bath combing through his hair to get the flakes out. He was quite angry with me.
I'm not sure how much of a difference I made. I am going to have to do this for probably the next week. Poor Marshy! I feel so bad! It certainly explains why he wouldn't let me comb through his hair lately. It was one of those moments this afternoon where you go "Ahhh. Aw crap! I should've caught that!"
I hate moments like those. They always make me feel like a bad parent.
Stupid 20/20 hindsight. Can't it just be 20/20 all the time?