There are things I've been called to do or witness that I would never have imagined in my pre-children days. One of those is cutting hair. While I know it lacks the ew-factor of events entailing profuse quantities of bodily fluids, giving Dean and the girls haircuts has a decidedly unique mom-esque feeling to it. After all, despite the numerous opportunities to clean up or be covered in my kids bodily fluids, thats something I've encountered before- often after a night of binging on alcohol in college or experiencing food poisoning in my high school dorm.
I just can't seem to think of a time that I might have cut anyone's hair, especially not regularly, except in this mom-life I'm living.
Dean gets the treatment with the clippers. I set them to 3 and then give him the buzz. Its lucky he looks so hot with such short hair. And am I glad I figured out it was easy to cut his hair- now there is no hassling him as I watch his hair grow closer and closer to his shoulders.
The girls were very excited to have their hair cut. I was feeling a bit rash as I went at them with my massive stainless steel sewing shears- they do a great job. I love my girls hair- Viola's is coarser than Ave's but both have tremendously thick hair. It makes home cuts a bit more tricky but it would be difficult for their hair to look bad just based on quantity.
I was a little hesitant about Ave's hair since it was more than halfway down her back but she wanted it shorter and by quite a bit. Vi has been really having to struggle with tangles in her hair so she was begging me to hack it off. I just couldn't though.
I remember when a girl named Sarah cut my long, long hair off in third grade. I was sleeping over at her house and had pigtails in- she cut both of them off. My mom about had a heart attack when she saw me. She was SO pissed which is sorta funny to me now because Ave has been perpetually at it with the scissors- be it her curtains or her hair. At least hair grows back...