I guess it happens to everyone...

I have discussed hair cutting with my children, mainly Aisling, a number of times. Basically I've threatened them with bodily harm explained how bad their hair will look if the cut it themselves.I thought they understood, and I was safe from the horrible "emergency" hair cut. (You obviously know where this is going....)

Connor's hair has gotten quite long. And, while he often gets mistaken for a girl, we all loved it. I thought it was fitting for him and looked very unique. It was almost long enough for him to tuck behind his ears, but not quite. A few times I convinced him to have it tied back in the center of his head...

but he hated that. So, instead he had it hanging down in front of his eyes, like so:
Apparently he got sick of that because he gave himself a haircut. I guess I thought he was too old for that at age 7. Not to worry, we didn't escape that developmental milestone unscathed. He was extremely upset about it afterward, and I think embarrassed. He asked me not to show the pictures to anyone. So, I will honor that request secretly post them on this blog for you anyway; he'll never know.

Here's the self-haircut: (You can tell he'd been crying...) He didn't want his picture taken, but what's a blog-writing, scrapbook-making mama to do? Let him get away with this monumental event not photographed? *snort* I think not! A little personal trauma makes the best scrapbook pages! You can see where he chopped his bangs. While he was doing it, I remember wondering where he was, since he'd been gone (and quiet) for a while. I never learn...

Here's during the haircut:And here's the professional cut:I think it looks really great. I'll need to get some gel for him. He asked for another mowhawk, and that's not exactly what he got. I am glad though, I like this a lot better. I do have to say, I was impressed with how long he kept his hair long. That's not the "typical" style, and I love, love, love that he was confident enough to go with what he wanted, over what the typical expectation is. That takes courage!

It was only a matter of time...

...until I had to cut something out of someone's hair. I've been a parent for almost seven years now, and frankly I am surprised it hasn't happened before today. I was able to get gum out of hair last year with peanut butter and hot water, and last year I was able to work a truck out of hair as well. This time however, out came the scissors.

Aisling was playing with a friction truck, you know the kind with warning labels on the packages that say "do not place close to hair, risk of entanglement" blah blah blah? Apparently that's actually true. She had that truck utterly wound up in her hair.

She ran out to me crying (it looked like it hurt a bit), so I did the first most sensible thing, I called for the camera.

Here we have the truck firmly lodged in the hair:
Yup, firmly:
Really firmly:Poor unhappy truck-wearing girl: (In her undershirt only, no matter how cold, and also wearing her purse. Gotta have that at all times...)I got out as much as I could, but there was no way to get this out. The hair was also wrapped all around itself even once it was freed from the truck:(It's obviously not much... thank goodness!)
Here we have the hair that ended up being cut out: (Not a bald spot, but still... hair... cut...)

That was then, this is now...

Well, We all enjoyed Connor's long hair very very much. I love that he was bold enough to keep it. I love that it was such beautiful hair! I love that he loved it. Well, that's over! Connor decided to get a haircut. He wanted to look like a bigger boy at school. He knew what he wanted and went right for it. Here are the pictures:
1: Before:


2: During:



3: After:

He actually looks really really cute in his new haircut, which he refers to as his "mohog"