The BIG Haircut

For years now, my baby's hair was long and beautiful. Yes, I realize we're talking about a boy, but seriously, look at it. He was my little baby, with his beautiful baby hair. It kinda looked like a mullet at his first birthday, but once we had it barely trimmed, it started growing and growing. It was not the classic bowl cut as it was not shaved in the back. It was just a long round haircut that made him look like my precious little baby boy. Everyone loved his hair. (At least they told me they did) Once I talked dear hubby into letting it grow out, he even loved it.



Then came preschool.

I went to enroll him in a respected christian preschool in our area and loved the place. It had everything I was looking for (pretty much) in a preschool. He had been in daycare, but I wanted more of a learning environment for him. As I was looking through some of the handbook for this new place, I came across the dresscode section. I thought, no problem. I don't dress him like a hoodlum (southern word) anyways. Then I read this little sentence that forever changed my life. (ok that's a bit dramatic I admit, but it was not a great moment.)

Hair should be neatly trimmed at all times. It must be above the ears, not fallinginto the eyebrows and not hanging on the collar.

He failed all three points. It was just at his eyebrows, but definately covering his ears and hanging on his collar depending on the shirt.

OMG..... We have to cut his hair.

I do hope I'm not the only lunatic mother who nearly goes into histerics when she has her childs hair cut. But if I am, oh well. Because that is exactly what happened.

We went to a lovely woman from my church who Caden absolutely adores. Everyone calls her "granny". I thought maybe he would do better with someone he knows and likes.

WRONG

When we got inside the door of her basement hair salon, the crying ensued. I gave him to his daddy and I exited stage left. I could hear the screams of pure horror from the front yard. It was all I could do not to go in there and rescue my baby from this torture session. I mean how awful would it be to be forever traumatized by a haircut? Ok, dramatic again. Well, it doesn't help that I'm pregnant during this process. Hormones are crazy already. So, I sat outside in my car and squalled and bawled and called my mommy and totally freaked her out too. She thought someone had surely died by the sound of my voice and actually laughed a little when I asked her if the cried when I got my hair cut. She did tell me that I officially had it really cut for the first time when I was in the 3rd grade. I had little trims here and there, but I had my nearly waist long hair cut off to my shoulders then. She did mention to the beautician that a valium would be good at the moment.

I thought it sounded pretty good myself, but then there's that pregnancy thing.

So, I waited until the door finally opened and I was motioned in by a smiling face. Not Caden's smiling face of course. I walked in the door and saw his head and the gushing started again. It was not at all what I was expecting. It wasn't very pretty either. It looked like it had been chopped. I did take pictures but I promptly deleted them as I did not want evidence of what had happened. Now in her defense, I can only imagine how hard it must be to cut a 3yr olds hair while he is screaming and diving and head banging and all that. I am very glad he still had both ears after the ordeal because I would surely cut one off if it were me. But I cried and cried and cried some more. Scottie was like "why don't you ask her to fix it, she'll do what you want her do?".

Uh.....seriously? Are you kidding me? You want me to let her put scissors to what hair he has left and try again?

Let me thi....NO. NO NO NO NO NO

She actually didn't charge us for it, although I have never told her how unhappy I was. I don't know if she thought I was crying just because he had it cut or if she knew that I knew it was that bad. Either way, I called my hair place as soon as we got in the car and pleaded with them to fit us in that day. The poor lady on the phone said, "Is this an emergency?". I said "OH YES, definately an emergency!" So, they fit us in within a couple of hours. I told Caden we were getting his hair cut again and I wanted him to be a good boy. I told him if he would promise me not to cry, I would let him sit in my lap. He actually sat still the whole time and didn't cry at all. She evened it up as best she could, and I was very pleased with the outcome. It was not originally what I wanted, but it was a cute little boy haircut.

That's right, little boy haircut, not little baby haircut.

So, after all that, here he is.

I know, he's the cutest thing I've ever seen too!! He loves it. He told everyone he had a big boy haircut now. It is much easier to wash now too. But, I still miss his long hair.

Wonder what the new baby's hair will look like? It will probably be bald due to all the hair stress we've been through during the pregnancy. I'll love it hairy or bald though.

(I really hate to call it "it", so let's come up with a new name for "it". Not peanut, too common. Let me know what you think)

Until next time.......