Hack job...

I know Heather's already blogged this, but since my kid still needs a haircut I think I'm entitled to blog too. Long story short, Megan cut Dylan's hair. His beautiful long blonde hair and not in the bestest spot like I thought it was.



It's a little high and too far back to do what I was thinking, but we're going to the hair place today to see what we can do. I think his hair is going to have to be either rockstar or emo with layers. I am shocked to find that on the internet there is absolutely nowhere to look for sample boy cuts. Nowhere. I can see woman on donkey porn in twenty different languages but no ideas for a boy who doesn't know how to tell a girl no.

BTW, the hole count in the shirt was seven. He sat there for a hair slashing and seven slashes to the shirt. Edward Scissorhands, indeed. Heather, I hate to tell you, but this story will live on longer than the sippy cup of 2004...

**updated

We went to the haircut place. The lady was pretty clueless and not into chic boy haircuts. Actually she was quite incompetent, but not a lot of places do little boys down in the city. She left one side longer than the other and it required more cutting (which goes from bad to worse). I know no one gets it about his hair, people were always just telling us to cut it or whatever, but I loved how unique and extraordary he was. Now he has to be extraordinary with a very average, normal cut. It was so hard to grow the stuff past his ears that I can't imagine we'll try again. I know it's dramatic of me, but it really is like the saddest thing for me. I imagine this is what it feels like when a kid cuts off a girl's entire ponytail. Not trying to rub it in, I swear, I'm just really sad. Esp when we left and he tried to run his hands through it and he goes "My hair?"

So we go from this...



to this...



Ignore that little extra bit on the side, I swear the lady did a worse job than Megan, but I got that cleaned up...