Shear Luck

Look at that long, silky straight hair - the COMPLETE opposite of my dark thick wavy hair - hanging in poor Aidan's face. The poor boy was long overdue for a haircut by this weekend. Before I became a parent I may have thought only a truly incompetent parent would let their kid's bangs grow right into his eyes like that. Little did I know what giving a haircut to a 3 year old boy might entail.

I tried to come up with the right image that would truly represent what it is like giving Aidan a haircut. I think this one comes close. Try giving HIM a haircut - the bull, not the cowboy.

Paul called me into the bathroom this evening to begin the ordeal. Paul is a man of many tallents and is quite good with the shears. Not that I'd let him cut my hair or anything, but he's always done a pretty nice job on Aidan, when we can pin him down.

Think I'm exaggerating? First we tried putting Aidan on Paul's lap while he held the shears in his one hand and Aidan's head with another. I pinned his arms down and the screaming began! Oh... not Aidans... mine! "Aidan HOLD STILL! QUIT LAUGHING! We're going to cut off your HAND if you don't put it down right now!" And you know that just got him laughing harder. Apparently the shears not only tickle Aidan's little scalp, but he thinks they are the funniest machine invented since the Halloween candy bowl with the hand that sticks out of it and grabs you as you try to reach for candy (have you seen them?) He won't hold still for one second when the shears come out! His head flails back and forth, up and down and his hands keep waving and grabbing the shears! He shrieks with laughter and yells "No! No! No cutting mine hairs!! No! Tickles!! HAHAHAHA!!!" We weren't getting anywhere!

As a last resort I ended up sitting on the floor and pinning his arms down and body between my knees while I held his head with my hands! It was still a difficult task as you can imagine he was kicking and pushing to try to get away! Paul quickly started buzzing, but Aidan kept wiggling and causing mistakes. The more mistakes one one side meant it had to go shorter on the other, back and forth and back and forth until by the end...

Well, there might not be much hair left there, but it is even and stylish! With a little flip in the front he's totally got the Arizona frat boy look ever I ever saw one. At least with it this short, it should be awhile before we have to try and cut it again.