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a haircut gone bad

1:15 pm CDT August 14, 2009
Dear Adam,
After your first haircut experience at Salon Red Kids back in February, Daddy and I decided we would just do it ourselves. This decision had less to do with the fit you threw when you saw a stranger coming at you with scissors (though that definitely made the decision easier), and more to do with the frustration we felt when we got home from your $15 haircut and still had to trim a few spots. Since then, we've had to cut your hair every month, and I've been more than happy to take the money we're saving and spend it on shoes. Shoes for you, not for me (except for that one time). People are amazed when we tell them how often we cut your hair, but we really have no choice. Your hair grows faster than a pregnant woman's and is almost as thick as a grown Italian man's (ahem, Daddy's). And for the most part, it's really no trouble at all. Because we have a system. And it works. We go outside on the front porch swing, and I trim the front, the sides and the back. And recently, Daddy has started going behind me with his electric clippers just to thin it out a bit. You're usually so happy to be outside, swinging with Mommy and Daddy, that you don't even mind the scissors or the clippers. This is our system. And it works. That is, until Daddy decided he'd thin out the top a bit more than usual. I won't go into the details of what happened after that, but let's just say that there were some tears involved (mine, not yours). Obviously, we still think you're the cutest boy in the world, but we're definitely hoping (and praying) that it will grow in before your big ringbearer debut in a few weeks.
This weekend, you and Daddy are having a guys night on Friday while Mommy has a girls night with her friends Devon and Meredith. I'm hoping I won't come home to find you with a crew cut. And on Saturday, you get to spend the night with Aunt Joanna and Uncle Jay while Mommy and Daddy go to the Paul McCartney concert at Piedmont Park. Part of me really wanted to take you with us because I know you'll probably never have an opportunity to see him play, and that makes me really sad. But I know that you wouldn't enjoy it, and you're going to have so much fun being spoiled by Aunt Joanna.
I'm a little behind on posting pictures, so before we get to the new ones of The Haircut, I'm posting some more from the last month. When you get to the ones at the end, remember that Daddy's to blame.
Love,
Mommy