We experienced Little Dude’s first “real” haircut today.
As you may recall, we’ve shaved that melon a couple times, but it has been almost exactly two years since we’ve touched that glorious coif.
As you can probably tell from my choice of adjectives, this has been a stressful day.
Mrs. Dude rolled out a fantastic blog post recapping Little Dude’s first haircut (yes, apparently we have blogging wars in our house. :)), so I won’t recreate the wheel. But I will make a few points and send you along to my lovely bride’s fantastic site.
- I need to start by saying how much we absolutely without a doubt whole-heartedly adored the Little Man’s hair. For real. Loved it! Look at that before shot…
- Little Dude hated every minute of this experience. Refer to Mrs. D’s post for photographic reference.
- The Dude’s dome is desolate when it comes to hair follicles. Why would anyone let me sit in a barber’s chair (literally have not been in one in 10 years), hold my son while he screams and cries, and then ask me for direction about my two year old’s mane?!
- I’ve given Mrs. Dude direction about this haircut for six months…”just an inch, no more, just an inch.” Why did I choke under pressure? Mrs. Dude reminds me that I uttered the words, “we’re not worried about the length, just make it look natural.” What?! Length is ALL we were worried about! Who am I, Vidal Sassoon?! Natural?! I shave my head with a bic razor that I sharpen on my jeans. What do I know about “natural?” Just trim that shit! How hard is that?!
I’ll preface this by saying that he’s our son, he will ALWAYS be amazingly handsome to us. HOWEVER, who is that dude? And where did his hair go.
Can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube.
How could a haircut be this stressful?
Geesh! Maybe bald is beautiful.
Check out Mrs. Dude’s post…she’s pretty great. 🙂