I cut Elliot's hair this morning, and I think I'm going to outsource the job from now on.
First I combed it out so it looked horrible to insure that I would actually cut it.
A side view of the rat's nest.
Of course I had to wet it for cutting and you can see all the curls trying to spring back to life. I knew I had to cut now while I had the good scissors out; if I chickened out I would come after him with the dull kitchen shears one morning after an oatmeal smearing.
"Oh no, mama! I look so preppy in this polo shirt and country club regulation hair cut. And where did these ears come from???"
"Lady, how am I going to show my face at Story Time when you did this to the back of my head?" Poor boy, it looks worse in person.
This delightful curl used to be on my baby's head.
But so did this:
Probably a good thing we cut it.