punkin got his first haircut two days before his first birthday. since it was such a momentous occasion, we left it up to the professionals at Great Clips. really, they are professionals. i just don't buy into salons, or day spas, or places that specialize in kid's cuts by plopping them down in front of a video. punkin doesn't watch television, and probably won't until he turns three, so why pay more?
ok, i'll admit i stopped coloring my hair more than fifteen years ago. the grey wouldn't hold color and ended up looking like albino angel hair pasta on my head. i haven't had a hair cut in eleven months. it shows, too, but i kind of pride myself in being low maintenance. and unattractive. whatever.
at fifteen months, he got his second cut at Great Clips, and at eighteen months he got his third. i paid pretty close attention, but it was really hard to see him get upset even for a brief moment. we had been warned that the hair cut stops when the customer starts crying. i had these visions of the stylist being half-done and sending us on our merry way (get out!), knowing we don't even own a pair of sharp scissors. the horror! the humiliation! so shortly after that last professional haircut, i bought a Wahl clipper (color-coded, to make it fun! and exciting!)
el Jefe' is a former Marine, and has sported the "doo" for a couple years now. the clipper traversed his head on its maiden voyage about three weeks ago. it took two sittings (we had to do it when the punkin was napping), and probably four beers, but he wasn't embarrassed to inform his coworkers that i cut his hair, so it must've turned out ok. i freaked when he told me i had to blend it in, because the blend attachment doesn't go that short, and he just grabbed the clipper and held it up to his head and made a dent in my nearly perfect line between a 3 and a 1/16th, or maybe it was between purple and red. it wasn't the beer. this was JackAss with 40-year-olds in the suburbs.
punkin just turned twenty months, but it was very apparent we couldn't wait another month for a haircut. i started with an 8 (loden green?) and did his whole head. he doesn't really have bangs anymore ... but he didn't cry too much. we did this outside because of the hair (we have just the perfect amount of hair in the house with two shedding dogs, why add more?), and the neighbors didn't call protective services, so his cries were not that alarming. i will admit it was well before noon and i did have a beer. it's stressful! and why else would you buy your own clipper if you aren't trying to personalize and enjoy the haircut experience? i used the left and right ear attachments (both black), and a 4 to shorten up the back. and i used the scissors that came with the kit to even out his lack of bangs.
two hair cuts. five beers. the clipper has paid for itself. (we would have drank the beers anyway).
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