i started with 'how hard can this really be!' - brought the old red stool out to the back lawn, gave him a neat something to hold and started in the back. it was a number of things - lack of talent, skill, knowledge, bad equipment . . . i knew i'd better stop before i messed things up beyond repair. so the boys and i took off to the beloved downtown barber. for my ego he could not tell i'd done anything - though i told him i had. kinda fun - men are not used to seeing girls in barber shops. think it took them all for their own trips down memory lane - way back when their sons were his age. i heard - 'he'll be 17 friday.' or ' 'member when you came that little?' and the 11 year old boy is shaking his head - not remembering.
its all good now. he made it look very easy - somehow confirming my 'how hard can it be' theory : ) but no longer is his hair too long. nor is it buzzed off. i like scissor cuts better. and while i thought of all the accomplished women i know who can cut their guys hair - i think my skills might go unmastered and he'll go with his daddy to get haircuts and yellow lollipops. its a guy thing. though this time there was a girl in the barber shop and he sat very still, holding tight to mom's finger.
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unlike her brothers, little girly does not seem to mind starbucks. get to go see how she's doing this afternoon and afterwards i think her and i will enjoy our 3rd (yes, its only wednesday!) of the week.
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just about to go bring them inside only to look out and see them naked in buckets full of water. why is that cute in spite of the talks & lessons on not taking clothes off outside : )
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