Friday, November 21, 2008
I finally did it....
It was time. I'll probably be faced with derision and scorn from a great number of people for doing it. It hurt me, but it had to be done. I trimmed M's hair. Not all the curls are gone, I promise. It must be faced, though, that he DOES look older, more mature. His beautiful, red curls were becoming frizzy, finger-in-a-light-socket, scraggly flames of hair, leaping from his head (How was that for a word-picture?).
Some of you, even now as you are in shock, are wondering how this thing was accomplished. Well, I already had him howling mad from bathtime last night so I figured I had nothing to lose. We had fought and lost the battle of getting his hair tamed too long--it was trim it or braid it! I parked him in front of The Doodlebops (I know, child abuse) and quickly, stealthily, snipped random wisps of hair until it looked (somewhat) even. Even today, I see places that need a bit of work. Happily, I also see some rebellious curls refusing to be tamed! After all, who would M. be without them?
Above you see a photo of last week of M. sitting in the storage ottoman vs. today's photo with slight hair modifications (notice the presence of the unruly curl).
p.s. Please allow yourself a cool-off period before calling or emailing me to fuss :o).
Posted by Kelly at 1:33 PM