First Haircuts

I finally gave in and cut Caleb's hair. His hair was getting pretty long--into his eyes and curling in the back. The top is as straight as can be, and I thought he looked so cute with longer hair. I really didn't want to do it, but when he started looking like he was sporting a mullet, it was time to go. I think he turned out pretty cute, if I do say so myself!

A Haircut to Remember

I decided that it was time to give Mr. B a new haircut since this is what he looked like:

Being the boy that he is, he DID NOT want to cut his hair. I tried everything including the promise of a treat when we were done. He finally consented, only if Dad would cut it, not me. So, as I handed over the clippers to Wally, I had no idea what was going to happen next. Things started out just fine, but dad started to lose patience with such a wiggly little guy that he asked him if he just wanted a buzz cut. "Sure!" Brandon said, not fully understanding what a buzz cut was. Much to my dismay, Wally shaved off ALL of Brandon's hair. This really shouldn't be that big of a deal since it is the beginning of summer, except that Brandon has such light blonde hair that when he has such short hair it looks like he doesn't have any hair at all. He is now our little toe-head. This is what he looked like when Wally was done:


That's right. He did not like it at all! After lots of tears and the promise that Dad would cut his hair just like his, this is what we ended up with:


Brandon now thinks that he looks pretty cool, because he looks like his dad.


I guess the best part is that we won't have to do haircuts again until the end of the summer.

Hair today, gone tomorrow

I finally did it.

Today, I finally made the appointment and got my hair cut. I have been wanting to cut my hair for a while and took advantage of Wally being home today to do it. I have been growing my hair out for almost 2 years and I finally got tired of it. Since it was so long (at least by my standards anyway) I looked into donating my hair. Locks of Love takes hair and turns it into wigs for children who suffer from cancer. I have never done anything like this before and decided that it would be better to give it away than to just throw it away.

When I got to the salon, I was all pumped up and ready. When Yuki, my hairdresser, came over to cut my hair, I suddenly got very nervous. When she showed me how much was going to get cut off, I panicked. When she showed me the 10-inch pony tail that she cut off of my head, I started to cry.

I really surprised myself with my reaction. After all, it's just hair, right? It will grow back, eventually. Then I started to worry about what my hair was going to look like when we were done. Yuki was very confident though and reassured me that everything was going to be ok. While I watched her work (which, by the way, I have NEVER seen anyone cut, comb, and blow-dry so fast and precise in my life!) I started to think about what it would be like to not have hair because of an illness and what I just did with my hair is going to help someone else.

A hug from the lady next to me, tons of encouragement for what I was doing, and lots of kleenex later, I think I ended up with a pretty nice haircut. It is shorter than I have ever had my hair, and it will definitely take some getting used to, but it feels good. It makes me feel even better that I can do something to help someone else, even if it means giving up a little part of me to do it. Suddenly, it was totally worth it.