July 30, 2011

  • Hair and There

    Without warning, at about 4pm today it became Haircut Day.

    I've had clippers for a while, and Rone had finally had enough of his hair, so I tried to remember all that my friend had told me while she let me watch her cut her husband's hair. It was unsurprising that the details were hazy, even though she repeated the lesson on my husband.  I plowed on, knowing that he's 7, and really doesn't know from good hair.  He knows that his long hair is cool, though. Even so, the idea of not having to comb it won out. 

    So we sat on the deck, and ran an extension cord out. It turned out ok, but I really don't know how to do the finishing bits--the back of the neck and his crazy sideburns, around his ears. So hopefully it doesn't look all that weird, and at least now it's short. Which makes his dad happy.

    Cotton and Seph are even less expertly done, since they wanted shortening, but not #2-comb-with-the-clippers-short. So they look like their mom cut their hair straight across the back.  Which is exactly what happened. If this gives some other parents out there a moment of smug when they see the lack of salon quality hair trimming, so be it. I cannot deal with a kid hair salon wait, trying to convince Tiny that we don't need bean bags, hair dye, nail polish, lipstick and candy.  It's tough enough getting through a grocery store!