More Hairs Cut.

Remember a few months ago when I attempted to give my patient and loving husband a haircut and I pretty much left him bald? I do. It pretty much traumatized me from cutting hair. But today, ah today, when Sadie looked at me through a wall of hair and nearly stumbled into the bathroom cabinet, I decided to overtake my fear.

I busted out the scissors and Sadie busted into tears. She shrieked and wailed and screamed so loud it woke Jack out of a sound sleep. I cut snippits at a time; coming at her like a sniper till eventually, her bangs were cut and she could see. This must have impressed her because something changed. She calmed down and actually got into the whole process. She even asked me to cut her beloved bear's "hair."

I went to get poor Jack who, was ripped from his peaceful sleep by the blood curdling screams of his sister. I held him up and looked at his head. "Hmmmm.... I can do this." I was on a roll. I sat him in front of me and grappled at straggles of hair with the scissors. After the first snip I was committed. There was no turning back. I tried to remember what my friend Heidi taught me about using my fingers as a guide. Remembering seemed to comfort me in my efforts, so I tried to forget that I never really understood what she was teaching me to begin with. Still, acting like I knew what I was doing gave me a sense of confidence.

Cutting Jack's hair was like playing that game at Chuck-E-Cheese where you have to bop the frog or mouse or whatever it is that pops up out of the hole with huge mallot. He bobbed and wiggled and batted at the scissors.

Somehow, I avoided any major damages to either child, or their hair. So impressed with myself was I that I took like 40 pictures.

Remember. I am no professional. We'll say with Sadie we were going with the "I just need to see" look and with Jack we were trying for the "messy" look. With that said, they are masterful haircuts.