I tried biking with Junior again, taking another route. The problem with living in a valley, though, is that it is ALL uphill if you want to get anywhere.
As I pushed us up a steep incline, a bunch of Germans zipped past me on their bikes, with a few of them actually smoking, and I initially spiraled into a cloud of confused self-pity. How am I STILL so out of shape?!
All the boys got haircuts yesterday. After collecting his curls for the keepsake book, I buzzed him, which was easiest given all the cowlicks he inherited from his Dad. We were surprised to discover that his hair only grew from the top and around the crown of his head. Baby hair is so weird!
Today’s Throwback Thursday photogoes back to when I was sporting an impressive homemade mullet. 1987ish, maybe? I still have my front baby teeth, so may have even been 1986 around the time my youngest sister was born. I have no memory of this photo, although I am certain I was ordered not to smile for the corner pose, resulting in that “mouth full of water/I’m about to spit” expression.
Also? Hello to my two sons. You both are definitely mine.
All she wanted was a pixie haircut. In the three years we’ve been here, FOUR salons refused to give her one. Her options were a straight shoulder-length bob, or a straight chin-length bob.
Martin didn’t believe me after the third salon bob cut, so HE made the reservation and explained the style at the fourth salon. We get there with the photo examples, and the stylist was so put off. “That’s an adult hairstyle. I would not give my own daughter that style. But I will cut it short for her.”
And that was Lola’s last chin-length bob.
Martin nor I could convince them to do it, even with photos of Jennifer Lawrence or other pixie cut examples. I thought maybe the stylists just didn’t know how to cut a pixie or kids hair, but it was starting to feel a little like North Korea and their single hair chart of options for men and women.
I wasn’t about to pay for rejection and a hairstyle she didn’t want AGAIN, so I flipped on some YouTube and clipped/cut her hair myself.
I know there are experts out there who will instantly recognize my amateur skills, but this girl is sooooo happy now. Skipping, smiling, and running her hand over her neck.
“It’s so short, Mom! I won’t have any tangles! I love it so much!”