Showing posts with label trained professional. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trained professional. Show all posts

Monday, August 13, 2012

Cary's first non-Daddy haircut!

Lester has always wanted to be the kind of Dad who cuts his own sons' hair.

It's a very, very sweet idea, and I'm all for it. I love the idea of them always having that father-son time together. And Lester also loves it because it saves money.

But we did not count on Cary's hair texture when we thought this could happen throughout the boys' childhoods.

Dean's hair is such that Lester can just take his electric clippers and buzz all around, sorta like mowing the lawn. It doesn't matter so much just *how* you mow, so long as when you're done, the grass is shorter - and approximately the same length all around.

But with Cary, whose curly hair is softer, with patchy places that need to be cleverly concealed, that technique has proved to be less-than-desirable. Lester has tried and tried, and the last time he buzzed my poor child's hair to pieces, I declared "no more!"

So we took Cary to the barbershop this weekend, and had a trained professional cut his hair.

He cried at first, and said he was tired and wanted to take a nap. LOL.
We got him to calm down by showing him how his hair was falling on the smock. Also, Dean came over and told him, "Tarry, it's o-tay. It's o-tay."
Lester watched the whole thing and now swears that he can cut Cary's hair. You know, because he's seen the trained professional do it ONCE.
Cute hair!! Cute boy!
Look at my handsome boys! I absolutely love Cary's haircut.
And a photo of the whole family! We haven't had one of these since Clair was 11 days old! Thanks so much to the barber who came running out to take this picture of us, just because she said we were such a nice family. Awwww.
Needless to say, I think we should always let TRAINED PROFESSIONALS cut Cary's hair, despite his wonderful father's insistence that he can do it.

But then, what do we do with Dean? It's weird to let one boy get his haircut by Dad and one boy get his cut by a barber (aka "the trained professional!")

My vote is to let them both go to the barbershop. Lester thinks differently. We'll see how this turns out. :-)