The Hair Cut

Last, week, I finally broke down and took the kids in for haircuts. Both of them have desperately needed haircuts for awhile, and I usually do it myself. Of course, my experience with Georgia’s hair consists of cutting her bangs, and she moves around so much that I’m afraid I’m going to end up jabbing her in the eye.

I have a little better luck with Eli, but he covers his head like he’s in a tornado drill, so I decided it was worth spending the money to let someone else deal with frustration have the joy of trying to cut his hair.

Off we went to Shear Madness. Has anyone been here? It’s the main kids’ hair salon here in town, and it’s pretty much a freaking toy store with a salon in the middle. So not only do you have to pay an arm and a leg for a child’s haircut, but then you have to drag them kicking and screaming out the door because they’re pissed you won’t spend $10 on a plastic ball. Why do business owners enjoy torturing us parents?

When I walked in, the first thing I heard was, “Hey, hey, Neila!!” I had to do a double take. Do you ever see someone completely out of the setting in which you’re used to seeing them, and therefore it takes you a moment to place them? Well it turns out that my friend Nichole, who also does Passion Parties, and who I partied rather hard with last Saturday night, works at Shear Madness. That was a pleasant surprise.

She had the joy of cutting Eli’s hair. She did an awesome job, but Eli climbed into this little car, and got to watch a Dora DVD and eat a sucker while she was cutting his hair. Dude! If I had tried that, I might have been able to do a better job, too.

Then came Georgia’s haircutting trauma.

Okay, actually, the trauma was mostly mine. When Georgia was about 11 months old, her hair kept falling into her eyes, so I did what any normal mother would do – I cut her bangs. Well, even I could tell at this point that I had messed up. The entire front of her hair was bangs. It was actually looking dangerously close to a mullet. So, until her poor bangs grow out, she is going to have the Krissi Snow look going on:

The girl cutting her hair did a lot better than I could, but since Georgia refuses to sit still, even for a Dora DVD, it still wasn’t what I would call even. Like an idiot, I decided to “even it up” a couple of days later.

*sigh* What the hell is wrong with me? You would think I could leave well enough alone. Now the left side of her hair is about ¾ of an inch shorter than the right side. Plus she still has the whole pony tail thing going on on the top of her head. At least she’s not old enough to be ashamed and have to wear a baseball cap.