Haircut

Simon’s hair is the topic of much conversation with friends, family, and strangers alike. Although some subtly (and not so subtly) hint that he needs a haircut, most say (and I agree) it’s awesome—you gotta love those beautiful, crazy, precious curls.

Still, it was getting really, really long and, sadly, a little Donald Trump in the front. When it was wet, he also had quite the rattail, but, thankfully, his curls were tight enough to keep the back from being too Billy Ray Cyrus when it was dry. I’ve been thinking about giving him a trim for a while, but it took some time to work up the courage. The challenge was to keep the curls (above all, keep. the. curls.) while not creating a mullet.

Harder than it looks, folks. The only experience I have had with cutting hair is from when I was in high school—my sister wanted me to cut her long hair straight across the middle of her back. I literally took one snip before she flipped it up to inspect it and said, “No, we’re done.” Jason knows his way around a pair of clippers, but a scissors is another matter entirely. Simon was rightfully horrified by Jason’s first attempt at the front:

So we made it a joint effort.

Although at one point it was looking like a mullet might be inevitable, in the end I think the haircut turned out okay.

Yeah, there are a few stray flippies and random long hairs. And, yeah, it looks like it was cut by a couple of parents who had no idea whatsoever what they were doing. But I think I’m okay with that. What I’m having a harder time with is the fact that his new haircut makes him look like such a big kid.