Big Boy Haircut (*sniff, sniff*)

So it all started on Thursday, when I had the (not so) brilliant idea to give James's hair a trim.  It was constantly getting in his eyes and was pretty long on his neck, and I told myself that with his hair's body and curls, it would be pretty hard to mess up.

I was wrong.

A couple of days before "the incident"

I'm sure there are probably more, but here are three really, really good reasons why this was a terrible idea:

1) I come from a long line of bad hair cutters.

    When my mom was young, my Grandma decided to give my mom's bangs a trim the night before picture day. She couldn't seem to get them straight so she kept cutting...and cutting...and cutting until my mom ended up with bangs about 1/2" long.  And I think they were still crooked.  

    I'm sure many of you heard of the time my brother decided to give me a haircut the day before our Uncle's wedding.  He was 4 and I was 2; it did not go well.  He blamed it on me.  

    And then there was the time my sister hid under a bed and gave herself a lopsided haircut.  That did not go well, either.

2) After Matthew and I were married and moved to Seattle, I attempted to give Matthew a haircut twice.  His father had always cut his hair when we lived in the Midwest, and Matthew didn't want to start paying to get his haircut just because we moved across the country.  Both attempts ended in anger (on his side) and tears (on my side).  After that, he willing paid the exorbitant price that our neighborhood barbers charged.

3) I had no idea what I was doing.  (Didn't you google it or anything?  Matthew asks me after the fact...)

Matthew told me later that from now on, he's going to talk me out of these crazy, hairbrained ideas I get  (so maybe it's his fault for not talking me out of it this time??).

So back to Thursday night.  James was in the bathtub and since he was being relatively still and his hair was wet, I thought it would be good opportunity to break out the shears.  And this was a bad idea because

1) Since his hair was drenched, I had no idea how it would lay when it dried; and

2) All of the hair ended up clogging our bathtub drain.

When he went to bed that night his hair was still a little damp, so we didn't see the final product until the next morning...

Do these glasses distract you from my bad haircut?

Matthew thought he looked like Hayley Mills from the Parent Trap.

James's Doppelganger

I made an appointment for him to get his hair professionally cut the next day.

Ah, much better.

Thankfully he can still play with his hair while sucking his thumb.

To be honest, I'm not that crazy about it, although it is growing on me a little bit (but not enough to where I want to keep it short!).  However, I fully admit that it is way, way better than the Hayley Mills 'do I gave him.

And besides, even with the new big boy haircut, he's still the cutest 2-almost-3 year old I know :)