I did it. I took matters into my own hands today. I cut Sammy's hair…myself (my hairdresser friends are flinching right now). I only messed up part of it, and when it grows in, I will try again and again until I get it right. Because he's almost two and he doesn't know any better. He's the perfect client!!
Also, he is most definitely still wearing the same shirt from yesterday.
But what is even more outrageous is that I also cut Antonia's hair. You know, the hair that hangs in ringlets and has NEVER, EVER BEEN CUT? What the heck was I thinking?? Well, I will tell you. Her almost-five-year-old hair was uneven and practically hanging in the toilet bowl when she went to the potty, so I mean, it was a necessity. But after asking numerous times if she wanted to go to the beauty salon for a Girls' Day, she always said no. She was afraid that it would hurt to have her hair cut. So after watching Sammy, and seeing how he got a snack during the whole ordeal…and that he didn't cry. She asked if I would cut hers.
And so I did, and it was painless (for us both). Of course, now I must clean up the hair…and the baby wipes that Sam emptied all over the floor when I wasn't looking.
[dusting my hands against each other in a alright-that's-done-what's-next sort of way]…onto our next adventure!