I'm actually referring to our handsome toe-head number one son, who's golden locks I love so much I just can't bare to chop em... but chop em I have done! My boy's first haircut (last summer) was an attempt to even out the mullet which I heartily denied he ever sported - and it made a drastic difference! I was so heartbroken at first (I kept a lock for prosperity), but then I fell in love with the little guys new 'boy' look,
|Sporting a mullet, Aug 2011|
and I thought he looked EVEN prettier, if that's possible!!
I just can't stop looking at my boys' faces - it's a bit of a safety hazard when I'm driving - they are so darn beautiful!
|Birthday 'boy' cut, Sep 2011|
But 6 months on and our boy's hair was back to girly length, and no matter in what get-up he's clad in - the public just can't seem to accept a little boy with such a thick mop of white golden hair! Frequently now, in the check-out queue or browsing aimlessly around the Target dollar bins, so many people like to praise our girl, "isn't she pretty?" (which I don't deny, he is very pretty). I also get the slightly less brave - more diplomatic... "Is he a ..girl?" query, which - to be honest - doesn't come off nearly as well as a blatant faux pas. C'mon people - you've a 50:50 chance of getting it right! Check out the shoes- the T-shirt... I leave enough clues to save everyone the embarrassment - but all eyes can't help but be drawn to that oh so girly thick white mane.
|Goldilocks, Easter 2012|
And I can't talk - my one of my most mortifying memories had me questioning a 'man's' presence in the ladies bathroom at the University Guild, only to have the He-Ra turn around and state in a clearly feminine and dead-pan tone "I'm not a man, I'm a girl." That was a sure fire moment I wished for the ground to open up and swallow me whole!
I might put my lack of gender differentiation down to being a tad bit alcoholically impaired, but still, no girl likes being called a man, and likewise no Mama likes her baby girl being called a boy (hence the recent trend of Minnie Mouse head bows)..
Anyway - today was the day I finally succumbed to public pressure and lopped his lovely white mop off.. AGAIN. And it took me forever! I'm no coiffure - and contrary to popular belief - cutting hair is not as easy as it looks. A two - going on 3 - year old turned out (unsurprisingly) not to be a willing guinea pig for Mummy's learning curve and getting the wee manny to sit still for any length of time was a bit of a trial!
I trimmed him first off over mac 'n'cheese.... and I turned my cool cat into a choir boy.
So I trimmed his new neat 'bob' again during a NetFlix marathon of Chuck.... and I created an uneven ridge. I'd have been better using a mixing bowl......!
So I trimmed his jagged hairdo again out on the deck with a Kinder Hippo treat bribe to buy me some time....... I wish I could say third time was a charm - it wasn't. But it was an improvement.
It's still a pretty shoddy job - if you look close enough - but at a glance it's not too bad at all. I'm not entirely satisfied, so I'm bound to upset the little man by touching up my handiwork again tomorrow. The last haircut took a few days until I was happy with the result. Daddy just got some beard shears, so maybe I'll try a number 2 setting on the back...
Go steady Momma! I'm not ready for my baby to get a buzz cut.. just yet.