Showing posts with label self haircut. Show all posts
Showing posts with label self haircut. Show all posts

Friday, October 12, 2012

I, Cali, will never, ever, ever, ever cut my own hair again. Ever.

Ever since Cali's self haircut (here), she's been begging me, asking me when Andalin is going to fix her bangs.

Everyone needs a friend like Andalin.  She's the cutest thing ever.  And not only can she cut a mean head of hair, she makes house calls.

She'll come and cut hair in my kitchen so I can continue to do the things I need to do, like make dinner (or order a pizza), go over homework, and watch the season premiere of Vampire Diaries...

Also, the kids don't go crazy waiting around a salon.  They can just be home doing what they need and want to do until it's their turn.


Repeat after me:
I, Cali, will never, ever, ever cut my own hair again.  Ever.
Or anyone else's hair.  Ever.
If I need my hair cut I won't do it myself.  Ever. 
I'll call Andalin to do it for me.  Because she knows how.  And she won't cut it to my scalp.

Cali kept telling Andalin, "just cut my bangs so they're fixed," and I started to wonder if she was thinking Andalin could cut them to be long again.

So I told Cali, "you know, Cali, Andalin can't make that hair longer.  She can only cut your other hair so it covers it and hides it.  The only way to fix that cut hair is to just let it grow on its own."

She pouted.  Which told me I was right in wondering if that's what she thought.

Which also reminded me of a time when Brynn was two or three years old.  Brynn looked at her big sister Casidee, who had longer hair than she did and she would cry to me,

"Mom, please cut my hair long."

And I would smile at her and tell her that I couldn't cut hair long.  Cutting hair makes it short.  You just have to wait for it to grow long on its own.

And she would look at me, "but Mom, please cut it long.  I want long hair."

And I would again tell her that it wasn't possible to cut hair long.

She would melt into big crocodile tears, not understanding why her mom would be so mean as to not let her cut her hair to be long.  She just wouldn't grasp the concept.

Which is especially funny now since Brynn is not at all a fan of long hair.  If her hair is touching her shoulders, then it's too long.

I've only made the request that it not get cut above her chin.


As it goes, if Andalin shows up to cut one head of hair, the others are all going to want to follow suit.

Jayme got some bangs and a few inches trimmed off.

Cas got side sweep bangs and layers on the front.


Tayler got layers added all around.


They all look adorable.

Thanks Andalin, it's always fun to have a beauty salon show up in your own house.  Especially with someone who is always so happy and smiling, who talks and jokes with the kids, and listens to the incessant talking of a seven year old.

We all agree, you're the best! Ever.

My new favorite song right now is from a Utah band that's hopefully making it big. 
I'm so in love with this song. 



Happy weekend y'all.

We're carving pumpkins with Ert and Sam.
And...
huh. 

I guess we'll have to make the weekend up as we go along.

Here's to hoping you get all the good things in life that you're looking for.

Monday, August 20, 2012

I'm Always On Your Side, Baby Girl

I was going about my evening, minding my own business when suddenly I noticed...


"Did you cut your own hair?"
"No."
"Then who did?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."

And she was persistent.
Mom, you're crazy, I have no idea what happened.

It made me frustrated that my child wouldn't tell me the truth.

I told her she wasn't in trouble for cutting her hair, frankly, I didn't really care.  She's the one who has to deal with her hair being like that, not me. 

Well, I do have to deal with it, but it's not on my head.

But I was upset that she wasn't telling me the truth.

So I sent her to sit on her bed until she was ready to tell me what happened.
She kept insisting that she didn't know.
How can you not know?

I found her hair in the bathroom garbage can and after a half hour when she stepped out of her room I told her to just tell me what happened.  I'd found the cut hair, I know it was her, I just wanted to know why.

Finally she tells me that her hair was getting in her eyes.

She wasn't at all thrilled with me when I took the above picture.  As you can tell.

But when I showed her it was an easy fix with a comb over and a clip:


She wrapped her arms around me in the most grateful hug.

She'd been stressing out over it.

That's a hard lesson to learn, and it attacks the self esteem. 

Mom fixed it.

I'm always on your side, baby girl.
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