they make it look SO easy

For a while there - before Charlie hid the clippers and scissors - I was cutting our children's hair.

I made the decision to cut our children's hair, even though I have absolutely NO professional training in the personal beautification arena, because taking small children to get their hair cut was a real chore. And, seeing as their hair grew so fast and their heads were so small, if I didn't get their hair cut at least once a month, it looked unruly.

And, it's not like getting a child's hair cut by a professional is cheap.

It seemed to me that all the convenient salons that were relatively inexpensive, only had one stylist working at a time. So while one child got their hair cut, I would have to sit and wait and do my best to occupy the others. While telling them, innumerable times, to stop rolling around on the floor and no you cannot have a lollipop until it's your turn.

No. Not Yet.

No. Still Not Yet.

Unfortunately, there are no beauty schools nearby. At least none that are immediately visible or have flashing neon signs pointing to the entrance that read, "PULL THE VAN OVER AND STOP HERE, JEN!"

Last year, I found a children's salon that is close to our house, has multiple stylists on staff that can cut all of our children's hair at once, and they do a good job. Although, I think they're a little pricey since it costs around $15.00 per cut, per child. Not including a tip. And, there's still the hassle of either scheduling a cut - or - getting all the kids there at an off-time when I can swoop in and get everyone's hair cut at once.

Who can handle all that inconvenience?

Certainly not me.

Besides, every time I took the children to get their hair cut, I carefully watched exactly what they did. And, it really looks simple enough.

Soooo. One day this past week, when Charlie was out running an errand, I decided that I should try my hand at cutting the children's hair again. Now, I've never cut Henry's hair before. But I thought it would be easy to follow the "lines" from his last hair cut.

Unfortunately, my razor didn't really cooperate.

Things got a little funky at the front. And on the sides.

And in the back.

But he's still adorable and cute enough to spread on toast (and eat!) ... me thinks.

(Would you LOOK at what my mother did to me?)

(I'll bet she thinks my father isn't going to notice.)

(Where is he, anyway? Why isn't he here PROTECTING me?!)


Henry, what do you think?

I think it's going to take a lot more than ice cream to buy my silence. And you can FORGET about weaning because those apples are mine for another 22 months.

Hmm. OK then.

Maybe next time we'll go back to the salon.