After a friend showed me how, I bought some clippers and started cutting Liam’s hair several years ago, and soon began cutting Bill’s hair as well. Things were going along fine, mostly. I didn’t always cut it exactly the way (I only really know one way to cut it – shaved, depending on how long a blade I use it is either shorter or a little bit longer, but not so much in the way of variations. That is usually not a problem and if anything the girls want me to cut dad’s hair as short as possible…) I don’t always fit it into our schedule as often as Bill would like, so I’m not as reliable in that way as when he would go to the barber on post, but we have certainly more than paid for our clippers over the years.
Liam would rather never get a haircut. He usually fusses and fights, cries and often has to be bribed, or even pinned down (on someone else’s lap), in order to cut his hair.
Sometime along the way, Amanda picked up the clippers and she would cut their hair instead. She does a really good job, and even cuts her sisters hair occasionally as well. NOT with the same clippers, but with scissors… (a friend of ours showed her some basics for cutting hair awhile back).
The other day, as I’ve been packing and unpacking at our new house, I ran across some hair (curls) of Liam’s from before we went in for his hip surgery two summers ago. I made sure to cut his hair really short before, so we wouldn’t have to deal with it while he was in the body cast for 6 weeks and wouldn’t be able to bathe…
Well, as Amanda was getting ready to leave for college in Hawaii last fall, we made sure to get Bill and Liam haircuts, as by then, Liam mostly liked Amanda to do it more than me. Not that he still didn’t fuss and fight, but he preferred Amanda…
As fall moved on into winter his hair had grown out quite a bit, and we kept telling him he NEEDED a hair cut. He informed me one time that, “This was not a hair cutting house, because Amanda wasn’t here” and that he would wait until December when she came home for Christmas break! Well, he stuck to that, and refused to get a haircut until Amanda came home. His hair would stick out all over the place and he hated to let me brush it or do anything with it!
Back story: when he went to preschool as a 3 yr old, there was a little boy in his class who came EVERY single day with a Mohawk! It was a source of conversation and the sisters would want to ‘play’ with his hair to try to make it into a Mohawk on occasion but he wouldn’t hear of it! He hated it and didn’t like anyone to ‘mess’ with his hair and if we did he was sure to remind us he did NOT want it into a Mohawk! Perhaps this is part of his reasoning behind not liking it brushed and ‘fixed’.
Anyway, Amanda cut his hair, literally, the DAY (night) she got home from Hawaii! So now we have moved on, winter into spring, and his hair had grown out and was beginning to look a bit unruly again… he would be teased by his sisters that he was starting to look like a girl. He HATED that! I would on occasion try to brush it with a wet brush, to have it not look so straggly and like he had bed head –which he did- when he went off to school. He would say he wasn’t getting it cut again, until Amanda came home. So, we’ve dealt with it, messy, sticking out hair and all…
However, about two weeks ago, he came up to me one day and said, “You know what? I’m going to get my hair cut on April 8th.” Well, this surprised me and I wondered at the reasoning behind it, and he went on to tell me that he wanted it cut on the 8th because that was Easter… I asked if he wanted to look handsome for Easter Sunday in his new suit, and he just grinned. (I had bought him a suit awhile back when it was on sale, and the shirt was a sort of aqua blue color, that is his favorite color – a story for another day – and I have saved it for Easter Sunday. Not that he hasn’t wanted to wear it all along, but I’ve told him that is for Easter, so perhaps he decided he really wanted to look nice when he finally got to wear the new suit, and needed to have his hair cut to go with it. I don’t know for sure, maybe I’m reading things into it, but it makes for a cute story.
candy consumed and the general craziness had finished and then we started to get ready for church, he came in, sat down on the stool in my bathroom and got his hair cut. He even picked out which cutting blade guide he wanted.
Now to dress him up again one day and get him to sit still for me to take pic’s of him in his Easter suit!
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