First proper haircut

Jasmine's been looking quite messy recently and since she's going to be a bridesmaid at her uncle's wedding in a couple of days' time, we decided to get her hair cut properly by an expert. Not wanting to repeat the disappointment and guilt of her last haircut (which I gave her at home) I elected to book her into a specialist kiddie hairdressers' attached to one of those boutique, i-saw-you-coming-type childrenswear shops.

Sadly I missed most of the actual haircut because Felix decided to do a huge, simultaneous nappy-filling poo and vomit whilst Jambeans was being coiffed and I had to go change him. When he was on the changing table, he then topped his initial performance by doing a second bout of simultaneous vomiting and projectile pooing (again, both in large quantity) but threw in a generous fountain of wee for good measure. I wouldn't have minded so much if it weren't for the fact that the changing table was on the shop floor itself, so all the yummy mummy shoppers got to watch me race to mop up all the various effluents the bub was throwing out whilst browsing through the designer kit for their Crouch End kiddies.