Mama Rose Monday: Haircuts

OOh boy, you guys. It’s going to be midnight by the time I actually publish this post, but I’m just going to go ahead and change that so it looks like I posted at 5am. It’s just been one of THOSE days. You know, the kind where I can’t even TAKE  A SHOWER without being surrounded by little people.
In the shower with me:

Literally camping out on the bathroom floor waiting for me (I know, so gross. You don’t need to tell me).

Actually, going to the bathroom with a child on my lap, demanding to be read to, is even worse but I didn’t think you would appreciate a photo of that.

Anyway.
So this weekend I started to notice that Rhenner’s hair was getting a bit long. Like, I’ve known for awhile now that it was long…but I’ve been denying it, not wanting to give him his first haircut and just loving his bodacious locks. But I guess I didn’t realized HOW long it actually was getting until I noticed him having trouble seeing past the hair creating a curtain over his eyes. I mean just look at this:

OUT. OF. CONTROL.

So I turned off my emotional switch and made the logical decision that it was time to cut his hair.
But my flip switched back – all on its own! – and I started getting emotional again. To remedy this, I decided to do one last photo shoot with Rhenner’s long hair before cutting it. This ended up being such a great excuse to whip out my camera and capture my kids – I haven’t been very good at doing that with them lately. And especially of just Rhenner. I mean, Axton used to be my ONLY subject to practice on so he has thousands of photos of him.

I have no idea what’s happening here but I like it.

It was so fun to take just Rhenner out and just follow him around in his little-boy ways and capture him being simply him!

Then of course I had to do the same for Axton! So I brought Rhenner inside with Adam, and Axtotn and I went out together. I didn’t realize how long his hair was, too, until I started taking his pictures! Unfortunately, Axton is a little too trained to smile for the camera.

Yikes. I thought telling him to run around would help. It didn’t.

….Sigh. Eventually, though, he did get bored flashing his fake smile at me, and then I was able to capture him also just doing his three-year-old thing.

When I finished with Axton, we walked around to the front of the house to find…..

Yep. In the middle of winter. No pants. Just boots.

That night, as both boys splashed and dodged our scissors, Adam and I both took a whack at their hair. When each of us thought we had done a satisfactory job on our boy’s head, we took a look at the other boy’s hair and shuddered…then we traded boys and went to work fixing the other one’s haircut.

Ultimately, I had the final say as I gave it one more final go the next morning. They sure aren’t perfect haircuts, but at least they can see now.