Haircuts. The biggest thorn in my side. Seriously. Taking Zachary to get haircuts is not fun. He has been getting his hair cut since he was 1 year old....3 looooong years of haircuts. And he hates them. And I hate taking him. I often put off haircuts with him for way longer than I should because it really is that bad.
But all that changed this morning. While sitting, cuddled with my precious boy, I looked at his hair...the shaggy mane of thick long blond hair that he inherited from his daddy...and knew it was time for a haircut. I started having a bit of anxiety over the whole thing and then remembered...I bought hair clippers last year...Dave told me to take them back...that I would never use them...but stubborn me refused and in the closet they sat for a whole year. Until today, my friends. I decided to try it myself and I am happy to report all went very very well! Being able to go at a pace that Zachary was comfortable with, on the front steps of the porch was really all it took for an overall fabulous experience. There were a few tears...but not many and he is so happy now to have his "new-do".
So, a new hobby for me? Well, I certainly am going to continue giving Z his haircuts for as long as he lets me. :)
1 comment:
awwww! he looks so stinking cute! nice job :)
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