Hair Day
June 14, 2017
Hair Day
Yesterday was a misty day with the sun desperately attempting to peek through, but the clouds kept winning. Louis decided it was time for a haircut. We usually cut hair outside so I trimmed his hair while Kimberly watched. Kimberly wanted to know how it was done. Lucas was outside too, occasionally peeking at us from his mud-pie play spot.
When I finished with Louis’ hair, Lucas ran up to the stool, climbed up and gave me the biggest pleading grin, “my Daddy hair, please Mommy?”
Well, I had to smile. Lucas just turned two years old two weeks ago. He’s embarking on this “like Daddy” stage. “Big boy panties like Daddy,” (I’m trying to get him to say “pants” but with six females in the house constantly saying “panties” it may be a while.) “me drive my car like Daddy,” (Grandma surprised him with a motorized ride-on car, and you should have seen his amazed face!) “me Daddy food,” (means he wants whatever Daddy is eating) and anything else that he sees Daddy do, he wants to do.
I LOVE his baby curls! Lucas’ hair is dirty blonde and naturally curly. I combed it a bit, wondering if I really was ready to do his first haircut. His hair was between four and seven inches long! It was so thick and curled into perfect ringlets! He repeated with excited eyes, “me Daddy hair, please, Mommy!”
So yes, he got a “big boy” haircut. He giggled when I took a picture to show him his hair. He ran to my bedroom to the mirror and touched his reflection, “me Daddy hair!” He danced around waiting for Daddy to get out of the shower to show him.
Kimberly thought this was the perfect opportunity to do her “Nancy Drew” haircut – I keep asking her, is she sure? But since “you have the scissors and I really want Nancy Drew hair” we did that too. Add Rebeccah’s trim. Rebeccah has beautiful thick brown hair and usually decides to cut it short in the summer.
It usually takes me a few days (or sometimes weeks!) to get used to the kids’ new haircuts, but they are so happy with them. Lucas got up from his nap to run in the bathroom, potty, and climb up on the counter to touch his reflection and giggle – the entire house heard him shout: “Me Daddy hair!”
Thanks for reading!
Type at you later,
~Nancy Tart
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