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**In commemoration of today, I decided to re-post this blog post from two years ago.
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Sometimes, certain things happen in life that change a person. Changes who they are, how they react, how they view life and whether or not they want to off themselves.
Oh, and when it happens twice? In one lifetime?
Complete and utter devastation. Doom. Disaster. End of times. Might-as-well-call-yourself-a-liberal-and-advocate-for-free-obamaphones.
What am I talking about? Let me get you up to speed here...
I had a precious, precious baby boy on March 14th, 2010. He was born within five hours of arrival at the hospital and only required 2.5 vaginal pushes. When he first came out, I noticed the abundance of goo and sticky-ness all over him and promptly asked the nurses to clean that thing off before handing it to me but more so, I saw what an incredible head of hair goobaby had. I mean...amazing.
day one of being alive
That head of hair kept on keepin' on, as it grew into the most amazing ringlet curls you ever did see on a little boy. And the naysayers who told me to cut it? Sheeew....I'll cut you if that's alright.
It was beautiful.
That head of hair kept on keepin' on, as it grew into the most amazing ringlet curls you ever did see on a little boy. And the naysayers who told me to cut it? Sheeew....I'll cut you if that's alright.
It was beautiful.
I prided myself on his long, thick curly hair. I loved it. And no amount of anyone telling me to cut it would detract me. I mean, the ringlets! Seriously?!
But then we went to the Caribbean and left the kids with my parents. And my mom decided to take Colt for a haircut. "Just to trim his bangs" she said.
Mmhmm. Right.
That visit "just to trim his bangs" ended up with this hack masterpiece...
I came home from the Bahamas and wanted to cry. And I did. Hard, bad, ugly tears.
I was so pissed that I just said "eff it," and shaved his entire head.
We were heading off to Hawaii the next week (where my dreams of having a long haired surfer baby frolicking in the ocean were demolished into teeny tiny pieces) and my mom tried to make a funny by saying "well maybe they will think he's a Make-A-Wish baby and give you special attention."
Really funny mom, real funny.
That was almost one year ago. And finally, finally, my little angel baby's hair was growing back.
this photo was taken just a few days ago
Fast forward to yesterday. I asked Rob if he could be home between 11 and 2 so I could go visit my sister and her new baby. I had a very relaxing time at my sisters house holding my sweet little Poppy, relishing in my time alone and feeling confident in the fact that my kids were in good hands.
I kissed Poppy and the twins goodbye, got in my car, jacked up some old skool Britney and arrived back at home in record time. I walked in the door and as per the usual, both kids came bombarding towards me with hugs and kisses.
Except.
Oh Except.
What I saw next I don't think I will ever be able to erase from my memory. See, my love for my kids is tethered to their appearance. They look good, I look good. They look bad? Well, wasn't me...
Cute kids are just easier to love...
But for all seriousness. I have an image to upkeep. I am the tree. My kids are the branches. They are a reflection on me. And when I came home from visiting my precious newborn niece and saw this???
Fast forward to yesterday. I asked Rob if he could be home between 11 and 2 so I could go visit my sister and her new baby. I had a very relaxing time at my sisters house holding my sweet little Poppy, relishing in my time alone and feeling confident in the fact that my kids were in good hands.
I kissed Poppy and the twins goodbye, got in my car, jacked up some old skool Britney and arrived back at home in record time. I walked in the door and as per the usual, both kids came bombarding towards me with hugs and kisses.
Except.
Oh Except.
What I saw next I don't think I will ever be able to erase from my memory. See, my love for my kids is tethered to their appearance. They look good, I look good. They look bad? Well, wasn't me...
Cute kids are just easier to love...
But for all seriousness. I have an image to upkeep. I am the tree. My kids are the branches. They are a reflection on me. And when I came home from visiting my precious newborn niece and saw this???
WHAT! THE! F&%K?!?!?
I mean...I just...I....I....I HAVE NO WORDS!!!
Turns out, while I was rocking the presh Poppy to sleep a mere ten miles away, my husband decided to take the kitchen scissors and give my youngest a trim.
In his exact words:
"he wanted his hair out of his eyes so I got it out of his eyes."
Yes, yes you did Rob. You did indeed get his hair out of his eyes. Thank you for that, btw, as in the past few hours he has been compared to a few pretty impressive people.
Such as Lloyd Christmas from Dumb & Dumber...
really?? did he have to cut his bangs so far back?!
The text comments I received were the icing on the cake, however.
From my mom - Omg! Which bowl did he use?
From my cousin - Is Rob drunk?
From my sister - Well at least now you have good blogging material.
From my other sister - Buahahahahahahahahaha!!!
I am just SO heartbroken.
I mean, could you love a face haircut like this?
The text comments I received were the icing on the cake, however.
From my mom - Omg! Which bowl did he use?
From my cousin - Is Rob drunk?
From my sister - Well at least now you have good blogging material.
From my other sister - Buahahahahahahahahaha!!!
I am just SO heartbroken.
I mean, could you love a face haircut like this?
Well??!?
ps. your guys' comments on instagram last night? Had me rolling. So thankful for you all to make light of such a situation. You provided me with many good laughs.
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