Just call me Edward.....

.....Sissorhands that is.

Poor Bode made the mistake of asking me last night if I could cut his hair.  IT REALLY NEEDED IT!!!  So, 6 1/2 years after giving my sweet little, innocent 1 year old baby boy his first ever haircut and afterwards vowing to NEVER, EVER cut his hair again, I took out the kitchen sissors and went for it.  Well, I learned a few things.

       First.....

If you are going to cut your perfectly adorable already, son's hair, DON'T - I repeat DON'T use kitchen sissors!  They may seem sharp enough to cut just about anything, but they aren't!  Who knew?

    

     Second.....

Even though you think that your Grandma's 1950's, cute as can be, vintage sewing sissors LOOK like haircutting shears, AND she even called them shears ~they are NOT!  In fact, I would probably choose the kitchen sissors over these ADORABLE sissors.

     Third.....

Don't ask your usually sweet as can be, helpful husband if he can sharpen the vintage sissors ~ he WON'T.  In fact, he REALLY won't be very supportive of your efforts in the first place since he was there when you tried to cut your little boy's hair the first time and heard you VOW that you would NEVER try that again.  He may even try really, really hard to get you to put the sissors down, finally give up and sit and watch tv, since he can't stand to watch the carnage...

     Fourth.....

Don't give up the good fight when you can't for the life of you figure out HOW you are going to cut the huge mop of hair that has suddenly grown on our little guy's head and your regular PROFESSIONAL hairdresser has stopped cutting hair and moved to another city.  I say, go for the FABRIC SISSORS! These things are AMAZING - sharp as can be.  AND while you are at it, I say grab the EXTRA LONG fabric sissors that are twice as long as your little one's head.  They see DANGER and sit EXTRA still!

     Finally.....

No matter what - GO FOR IT!  It's hair - it grows back.....RIGHT???  It's not like Christmas is coming and you don't have a Christmas picture yet.. Hey - live on the wild side!

So, there you have it.  I snipped and snipped and snipped.  I started off pretty nervous, but as I clipped, I started feeling more and more at home chopping off (I mean carefully cutting) his lovely hair.  We all lived through it (maybe not Bobby so much).  There's only one little bald spot.  Not bad for an amateur.

The best part of all is that after it was all over (and I must say that Bode was an EXCELLENT client), I got the best compliment EVER.  Bode went and looked at his cute as a button self in the mirror and exclaimed...."I LOVE IT MOMMY!"  Wow, what more could you ask for?

Love.....Mona

P.S.  Bode told me this morning that it was his sharing day and he was going to share his new haircut.  What a guy!  A brave, brave little guy!