If you hair is down to your ankle
and your eyebrows can’t be found.
If your curls and locks really rankle
and bad hair days are common ground….
Have we got a do for you!
Hairy tales, hairy tales,
Hairy tales, Hairy tales…..
Just kidding! We don’t really want to torture you with ALL the strange renditions of Veggie Tales that we come up with. So, no more torture, here is the post:
Paul has been promising Jacob and James haircuts for a while. (Poor guy is swamped with work, school, church, family) The other day Jacob came running into our bedroom just after Paul had left for work.
I though the distressed call was because he had forgotten that dad gave him kisses while he was still climbing out of bed. “Daddy left already. He gave you kisses, remember?”
“But he needs to give me a haircut.”
I smiled and tousled his hair which was beginning to curl and poke out in little wings above his ears. “He will when he has time, son.”
“But mom,” his tone was now exasperated and he reached up to tug on his hair, “I’m starting to look like Emily!”
James had his first haircut a few weeks ago. He went from looking like a baby (see photos from Paul’s birthday) to looking look like a miniature Jacob!
He looked a bit too grown up, and I have to admit I was a little sad to see his baby curls dissappear so soon.
But curls or not – he is one adorable boy!
Filed under Children, James
We had been debating it for ages – how to cut Jacob’s hair and how short. It was getting long again, and the curls in the back were getting unmanagable. Unruly, matted and tangled as soon as the poor tyke woke up.
I was working on the computer, I don’t quite recall what I was doing. After a while I emerged from the office to prepare dinner. Where’s Paul? I wondered as I walked back to the bedroom to see if I could find him. I walked into our bathroom and there they were. Jacob sitting happily on the counter with a pile of hair around him – Paul shears in hand. Jacob looked at me and I nearly choked, his hair was so SHORT! Paul had used an 8 guard, but it was still really short. The lack of hair wasn’t really what got to me, but the fact that he didn’t look like a baby anymore. He all of a sudden looked so grown up. Unfortunately I didn’t get any photos of the two boys and the hair cutting, which I was really dissapointed about, but I did get the bath after pictures, and some others.
Doesn’t his special zipper look fabulous? The surgeon really did such a great job. 🙂
Now those too look so much alike it’s almost scary! 🙂
I just love this photo for some reason – he looks so cute and funny eating on the wrong end of his fork.
Jacob loves to hide from us and play peek-a-boo. He’ll squeal, “Where go?” and dive under blankets or anything else, but will allways peek to see if you are watching.
That’s my boy! A true book lover at heart! 🙂
Isn’t he adorable and look so grown up now? But, I must confess, I do miss those curls. 🙂 (We might let it grow just long enough to start to curl before we chop it off again.)
I survived! Though I came this close – – to being tied up in a closet. 🙂 heh. The week actually calmed down a bit and we managed to avoid any more injuries. The dinner that we did Wednesday night at the hospital for ICU and longterm rehabilitation parents went really well and I met some amazing and wonderful people.
I also go t my hair cut- short that afternoon. I hadn’t expected it to be quite so short. I had described to her what I wanted (similar to the last time) and then talked to her about trimming up Emily’s hair (I’ve gotten to where I love her short little pixie cut). There-in lies my fault. I think she thought that I was also describing what I wanted. So a snip-snip and a huge pile of hair later I was left with an awesome hair cut that I had no idea what to do with. I haven’t had short hair since I was about 8 and everyone thought I was a boy. I had to go to volunteer with the dinner that night and I hadn’t the foggiest of how to style my hair.
Thank goodness for girly friends. After attacking with mousse (at first I spelled it like the animal, but I knew that couldn’t be right, heh), root-lifter (I didn’t even know there was such a thing), somthing called pomade, a curling iron, and half a bottle of hairspray I was set to go. Loading up my hair with stuff is an all-knew thing for me. I never have put mousse in my hair before, just a touch of hairspray from time to time (and a perm, but I learned my lesson on that one). So I am now the proud owner of a whole bunch of hair products and a smashing new do (which I really like by the way, I just had to get used to it).
My friend insisted on take pictures – front and back even. 🙂