Traumatized

I'm covering two incidents of trauma...and both involve hair.

First, Cody was traumatized when I showed him this photo I took of Nate yesterday.


Nate put this get-up on himself and came in to show me. I was a little surprised, and couldn't resist snapping his picture. He will probably hate this photo one day. Yep, I can almost guarantee he is going to hate it. Maybe almost as much as Cody does.

Then this afternoon we traumatized our youngest by using Cody's beard trimmer to basically shear the back of his head. (I know, I know, Cody doesn't have a beard. But he did grow one as an experiment about a year and a half ago so we still have the trimmer left over from that time.)

Lucas was NOT happy about his first hair cut. He was highly suspicious of the beard trimmer before we began. Then suspicion turned to terror. I tried to hold his screaming head still while Cody quickly trimmed. I should probably mention that neither of us had a clue about what we were doing. We just had a theory that the trimmer might do a pretty good job of removing the little blond mullet from our child. And I admit that we didn't even really care about how good this was going to look when we were done. I took the other two kids to a fancy kids' salon for their first cuts. I decided that this time, instead of forking out $20, we would just try it ourselves. Especially since at 18 months, we figured he probably doesn't really care what his hair looks like. Besides, if we messed it up too bad, we could always fall back on the fancy kids' salon to mend our efforts. Fortunately, it turned out cute (not perfect, but cute.) I am always amazed how that first cut can transform a child from baby-ish to more kid-like instantly. He looks so grown up!