So as I was saying, I started to cut Avery's hair one day, following instructions from YouTube on how to do an A-line bob. I've seen my mom cut hair hundreds of times and after watching the instructional video, I felt ready to start cutting.
Why, you ask, would I decide to cut her hair? Well, I can't always rely on my mom to cut my girls' hair and the Great Clips and Fantastic Sam's in town do a terrible job and I can't afford to spend any more than that on a haircut for crying out loud, so I'll do it like they did in the olden days and do it myself.
I started sectioning the hair off and began my guide on the back of her head. The back section was soon cut into a cute, A-line, shorter in the back and longer in the front. I then made my way to the sides, trimming the hair at an angle. I stopped to look in the front to check for evenness. The right was much longer than the left, so I began trimming. Meanwhile, a bored Avery was getting fed up with having to sit still for so long and she started slowly tilting her head to the right, without me even noticing. I kept snip-snip-snipping away and before I knew it, I no longer had an A-line. It was more of a V. Shorter in the front and longer in the back. Terrible. Absolutely terrible. And now too short to safely fix it on my own. And I'm not a fan of really short hair on my girls because its such high maintenance. Her last A-line bob was really, really cute but I had to blow dry it every morning to get it to sit right. The one I was attempting was going to be a longer version, one that could still fit in a ponytail.
I quit.
I put it in a ponytail and called it good. It did make a cute ponytail. But now my mom would have to fix it.
Avery left to go spend the night at her cousin Gwen's house. She had enough of me and my terrible mothering skills and terrible hair cutting skills. Although she did scream when I told her to pack her bags and she hugged me and kissed me and told me I was the best mom ever and she would love me for years and years.
As soon as she left, it was like a door opened for Tucker. The kid didn't stop talking all evening.
"Mom, what's that person called?" he asked, pointing to a heavy-set man on the sidewalk who kept stopping to look around and adjust his belt.
"A man." I told him.
"Oh." he said. "He's berry, berry old. Old like you and Avery and Dad. Someday I will be old like you guys. When I'm bourteen. And when I'm bourteen, I will have huge muscles like Dad. But I don't want to be a policeman like Dad, I want to be a train dwiver. And I will dwive a huge twain. But, Mom, why can't, why can't, why can't I go stay at Gwen's too? I would be nice to Stella and..."
With Avery gone for the night, I thought this would be a perfect opportunity to put Milo upstairs in Piper's crib for the night and have Piper do a trial run in the toddler bed.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! Snort. Chuckle. Excuse me.
And that is another blog post for another day. For now, I'm off to my mom's to see what she can do about this haircut.
Why, you ask, would I decide to cut her hair? Well, I can't always rely on my mom to cut my girls' hair and the Great Clips and Fantastic Sam's in town do a terrible job and I can't afford to spend any more than that on a haircut for crying out loud, so I'll do it like they did in the olden days and do it myself.
I started sectioning the hair off and began my guide on the back of her head. The back section was soon cut into a cute, A-line, shorter in the back and longer in the front. I then made my way to the sides, trimming the hair at an angle. I stopped to look in the front to check for evenness. The right was much longer than the left, so I began trimming. Meanwhile, a bored Avery was getting fed up with having to sit still for so long and she started slowly tilting her head to the right, without me even noticing. I kept snip-snip-snipping away and before I knew it, I no longer had an A-line. It was more of a V. Shorter in the front and longer in the back. Terrible. Absolutely terrible. And now too short to safely fix it on my own. And I'm not a fan of really short hair on my girls because its such high maintenance. Her last A-line bob was really, really cute but I had to blow dry it every morning to get it to sit right. The one I was attempting was going to be a longer version, one that could still fit in a ponytail.
I quit.
I put it in a ponytail and called it good. It did make a cute ponytail. But now my mom would have to fix it.
Avery left to go spend the night at her cousin Gwen's house. She had enough of me and my terrible mothering skills and terrible hair cutting skills. Although she did scream when I told her to pack her bags and she hugged me and kissed me and told me I was the best mom ever and she would love me for years and years.
As soon as she left, it was like a door opened for Tucker. The kid didn't stop talking all evening.
"Mom, what's that person called?" he asked, pointing to a heavy-set man on the sidewalk who kept stopping to look around and adjust his belt.
"A man." I told him.
"Oh." he said. "He's berry, berry old. Old like you and Avery and Dad. Someday I will be old like you guys. When I'm bourteen. And when I'm bourteen, I will have huge muscles like Dad. But I don't want to be a policeman like Dad, I want to be a train dwiver. And I will dwive a huge twain. But, Mom, why can't, why can't, why can't I go stay at Gwen's too? I would be nice to Stella and..."
With Avery gone for the night, I thought this would be a perfect opportunity to put Milo upstairs in Piper's crib for the night and have Piper do a trial run in the toddler bed.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! Snort. Chuckle. Excuse me.
And that is another blog post for another day. For now, I'm off to my mom's to see what she can do about this haircut.
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