More Like a Lumpy Oval
Thursday 05.07.09The dreaded words were coming. I knew that as much as I could see both the dates approaching on the calendar and not see the tips of ears: “Could I get a haircut before our trip to visit my folks?” Which means a three-for-one deal, because if the shears are coming out, everybody’s getting shorn.
The dread comes not from hating to give haircuts: it’s a choice I make, and it’s fairly theraputic to watch all the locks fall to the floor. It’s more the unknown element that comes with each buzz: which boy will squirm the most? How will I cut their hair for the season? How long will it take to grow out before it looks semi-acceptable? Will I forget to put the number shear on the clippers and just dive in at zero? (a mistake I made only once, on the second haircut I had *ever* given, to my Hubby, which I got to stare at for a while).
This time I tackled the folks over four feet, and the Hubby took on those under four feet, i.e. bring on the summer cuts. For most of my life I’ve loved the short cuts on boys – Tom Cruise in Mission: Impossible – GREAT hair. But with my boys? I’m all about the Abercrombie do: long curls coating the head. Except when you have an abundance of sweat genes passed down from the generations, those curls quickly become … not so pliable. “Mama, that hurts! Don’t comb my hair like that.” “Sweetie, I have to: it’s all tangled.” “Tangled? Like a rectangle?” Mental note: Hubby’s right – time for a hair cut.
So, I take on winter duty, and Hubby shears away all those sweet locks come summertime while I bury my attention in whatever car-chase movie we’ve put on the TV as a distraction for squirmy boys. JJ got a close-to-summer shear, and Abe initially had the same. But he has a “challenging” head to work with (spherical, yet quite pointy in places), and he ended up looking like the Dad from Back to the Future. I sighed: “Just lop it all off.”
Now the boys will be ready for any heat waves that come our way. While I’m not a rec”tangle”, I don’t think a hair cut will help the condition of my shape. 
Congratulations! I bet your shape is really cute.
How many weeks? Do you know if it’s a brother or sister?
Um, hello, it’s about time! And one little subtle comment to accompany that last pic? Please. We need more. More complaining. More misery. More tummy pictures. More talk of those tangles that are yet to come that will never be shorn with the clippers–I hope. I was at Steph’s house when we caught wind of your FB update & checked the hub’s blog. But this picture does show how ladylike she already is–crossed ankles and everything! I’m so freaking excited for you!
Oh, congratulations! I look forward to hearing all about this little one, too
The point at which their hair tangles is the point at which my boys get their hair cut year round. But my younger son managed to postpone the inevitable this afternoon by wiping his face on the sidewalk so hard he can barely talk because his lips are so swollen. Side benefit: we all had milkshakes for dinner. (If he’s getting one, so am I.)
AJ…PALEEZE!!! I have seen you majorly pregnant! You are adorable! A tiny thing with a basketball tummy. You need to know, I post prego pictures b/c a few people request them…including you! So now I request!!! Bring on the cute tummy pics!
Oh, and lordy. I give the haircuts in our home, too. The day I look LEAST forward to all month. Won’t it be nice when you can just let little Boo’s hair continue to grow?