After an entire summer full of surgeries, hospital visits, a birth, a wedding and a lot of home improvement projects, I am taking a moment to come up for air. I still have a lot on the "to do" list, but I can finally feel things returning to "normal". I have missed blogging and hope to find time to update more frequently.
I have many events from the past few months to catch you up on. The event that tops the list is Max's haircut. Before I get into the events that lead to my four year old having a buzz cut, let's take a look back at my baby and his beautiful hair.
When Max was born he had a head full of black hair...
It quickly turned a lot lighter (at times appearing blond)
We couldn't believe that we had a blue-eyed, blond-haired little boy...
We were living in "long haired bliss" until about three weeks ago...
At about five o'clock in the morning on my first day back to work Max crawled into bed with us. I woke up and got in the shower about an hour later. Marcos put Max in the car and they left before I got to see Max (this never happens--I always say good bye). I walked into the hallway and saw locks of Max's beautiful hair on the floor. I frantically called Marcos. When I finally got in touch with him he said that Max had cut the front of his hair. I was upset, but thought "we will just get it fixed when I get home." I was thinking that we would just get him a nice "little boy haircut"--you know, the kind where they use scissors NOT the evil clippers. I was on my way home and Marcos sent me a text message that had a picture of Max's new haircut. I literally almost wreaked my car. Marcos' solution was to take him to the barber and have it "buzzed". I was devastated and threw the first of many fits.
This is what I came home to:
This is the only "good" picture I have of his hair cut from that day. I was too devastated to take any others. I did, however, try to figure out a way to hide the "buzz".
This was not a lasting solution because it is August in Charleston.
So I found a baseball cap for the wedding...
However, I began to feel bad when he wouldn't take the hat off for people to see his new haircut. He was embarrassed and it was my fault (Bad Mommy!). This helped me to see that I needed to stop trying to cover it up and come up with a better solution.
Molding wax to the rescue!
Although we were all happy with the solution, Max let his jealousy and hair envy get the best of him. He took the very same scissors that cut his hair and cut off the yellow yarn hair of "Max", his stuffed cowboy.