In today’s stupid confessions: I was afraid of Nathan’s first haircut. After months of male infantile baldness, his head sprouted thick, luscious locks. I was afraid that cutting his hair would revert him back to that baby face, the one we had lost along with the infant car seat and size 3 diapers.
But when Mike and I started receiving comments from passerbys about how cute our *little girl* was, something needed to be done.
I had seen a kid’s store with a salon inside at the upscale shopping mall near my work. I had an idea that it would be pricey but when the hairstylist said, “All kids cuts start at $25,” Mike and I said, “Okay, we’ll be back.” The “we’ll be back” really means, “We’ll never be back unless we wake up from a drug-induced coma and in that medicated haze believe that $25 PLUS TIP is a reasonable price for four snips.” But that last sentence takes a lot of time to spew out especially when you’re trying to keep a 13-month-old from eating white bits off the carpet.
What I really wanted to tell the stylist was that for the last two years, I’ve had my hair cut at a Vietnamese woman’s small dimly-lit shop and even though I only understand every other sentence, it costs me twelve dollars. She asked me once, “So, do you WAWK?” And I said yes because I wasn’t sure if she had asked me if I walk or if I work because yes, I work and to get to my work, I call upon my mobility.
Last weekend, Lisa and Branan solved our hair woes by inviting us over to their compound for a barbecue/haircut and not only did it not cost us anything, they grilled a delectable pepper-crusted pork tenderloin from a recipe! I had forgotten that people still refer to books of these instructable gems. None of the steps asked them to take the food out of the microwave half-way and stir! And even more shocking, none of the ingredients included KC Masterpiece!
And we ended the night by transforming my son from a fair-feathered little girl into a shaggy-headed boy.
And here would be the perfect place to insert an “after” photo, but unfortunately, all I have to offer you is a shot of Nathan performing that weird-suspended-in-air feat from Smooth Criminal.
Or how about this one of Nathan showing absolutely no fear as we flung him down a plastic slide?