Bringing Up Bumble

Here's the thing about babies and haircuts.

A hair in the head is worth two in the brush.

Things have gotten a little hairy.

I messed up Carter's hair.

If I were to take him to a barber - or haircutting chain. deaf people with scissors. whatever. They'd charge fifteen bucks after ignoring my desperate plea not to cut too much off. Just the sides. Ok that's perfect. No more scissors. Ok, that's good. WAIT.

I'd be handed the first ever baby with a buzz cut. And I'm one of those easily persuaded people who'd still increase the tip amount based on added creativity and scissor happiness enthusiasm.

I'm seriously afraid to take Carter out to get his hair cut. He's had a barber cut his hair once, but it was really short, and we're having a holiday card photo done soon.

So I figured I'd just trim it myself, around the edges and on the top-ish, because I'm the only one who knows how I want it to look.

A couple scissor miscalculations, though.
1. I don't know how, but he ended up looking like one of those dirty boys I went to elementary school with. They always had shortish, shaggy, uneven hair and pegged me in the head with a dodgeball. I bet their moms didn't take them to barbers. I don't want Carter to be a shaggy ball-pegger, but he's halfway there. (I have his ball hidden from him, for now. Just until the hair grows.)
2. Also, Matt says I gave him a mullet. Poor Carter either gets a Mommy-made mullet or Barber-butchered buzz cut.

I should have just let it grow long. Who gave me all this senseless authority, anyway?

I can't take him to a barber at this point because they'll take off even more hair in an attempt to even it out. I tried to taper it & fade out the mullet but let's face it, I just can't do this crap.

Crap is probably the dirtiest word I've ever used on this blog. Aside from shaggy ball-pegger, of course.