Aspiring Child Stylist

I’ve been asking my husband to take our little boy for a haircut for weeks…3 to be exact.  It’s not that I can’t take him.  I have no problem driving him to the salon and having the stylist cut his hair.  It’s the crying, protesting, and trying to run out of the salon that I can’t handle at this point in my pregnancy.  When my husband takes him, he holds him on his lap and it’s a relatively painless process.

The other day I was looking at my son, and realized how full his curly brown head of hair had become.  It was to the point that I could brush it (and that’s just way too long).  I eyed a pair of scissors on the desk, pondering the idea for a moment.  Absolutely not.  There was no way I could even attempt to cut my 2 year old’s hair.  It sounded completely insane in my head.  So I casually brought it up over dinner with my husband…who confirmed that my pregnancy hormones had finally gotten out of control.  “Do not cut his hair, he said rather firmly.”  Then he proceeded to get all rational with me.  “You don’t have the right scissors…you’re not a stylist…you’re going to mess up his hair…and then you’re going to get upset and cry about it. I’ll take him this weekend,” he finished, firmly.”  I just looked at him and nodded.  “You’re right honey, I’ll just wait”…all the while now feeling like this was some sort of challenge and I had to prove something.

I eyed those scissors for days.  I even asked my 2 year old, “Would you like a haircut?”  To which he responded emphatically, “No, not yet!”  And then I woke up one day feeling brave…and determined.  I walked over to that pair of scissors, grabbed a comb and some water and sat my 2 year old down in front of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse (who said TV wasn’t beneficial?).  I combed my fingers through my son’s hair, pondering style ideas (ha!).  Actually, I just sat there mustering up the courage to begin.  And where does one begin? Perhaps if I would have thought things through a little more carefully, I would have Googled it.  I even found a YouTube video, detailing the process. But no, I didn’t consult anyone or anything.  I just started cutting.

The first cut is the hardest.  It took me several minutes to muster up the courage to actually go through  with this first cut.  And then, I snipped and snipped and snipped.  At one point my toddler started to get restless.  It’s not easy trying to cut a moving target.  But, since my son has curly hair, I wasn’t terribly concerned about a “perfect” cut.  I just wanted something that looked cute.

My husband came last Friday after work and we greeted each other.  He picked up our little boy and tickled and kissed him like he always does.  I looked at him and asked him if he noticed anything different.  He looked at me sideaways and asked me, “Did you make a mess?”  I love that man!

So…what do you think?  Aspiring stylist?  Or should I just keep my day job?

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Caryn Bailey

Caryn is a NICU nurse by day, blogger by night and mom 24/7. She savors the warm Southern California sun and loves to travel, shopping, baking, reading and frequenting her local tea room. Caryn created the column Lavishly Green for Peekaboo Picks Magazine to share her best tips for going green in style, she is the Former editor for Family Review Network, former OC Family Magazine online contributor, former Orange County Moms Blog contributor, former Evenflo Savvy Parent contributor, former member of the Totsy Advisory Board and former freelance writer for CBS Los Angeles.

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