It's Just Hair, Right?

Pretty soon after we got married, I started cutting Travis' hair.  After several tutorials from his mom, who cuts the hair of every man in the family as far as I can tell.  With her guidance, a crazy to trust me with scissors patient husband and the right tools in hand, I've been able to do a fairly decent job of it.  He has never cared if it was a little too short, or a little uneven.  "It's just hair", he says encouragingly.  Plus, it has saved us a ton of money over the years.

That savings has helped offset the cost of my hair appointments (his logic, and one of the many many reasons I love my guy).  While I also agree that it's just hair, Travis doesn't feel super-inclined to learn how to cover my gray do highlights or take a half hour just to blow out this crazy thick head of hair I have.   So I stretch in between cuts and keep trimming my husband's hair.  It's a great arrangement.  Enter Caden.

I am pretty sure that catching a greased pig would be easier than getting Caden's hair even.  I thought it was hard a few months ago when he didn't understand what I was doing.  Nope, it's harder now that he does.  

I was pretty proud of the back, and sides.  But I was working with a clipper and guards.  When I busted out the comb and scissors for the top and front Caden must have thought I'd thrown down the gauntlet.  It was on.  He didn't exactly hate it.  He just didn't have time for it.  Despite my best attempts at distraction.  Nope, what with keeping the scissors away from his eyes and ears as he whipped his head this way and that, there wasn't time for me to match any one snip to another.  But I couldn't stop with half his head done.  So I just did my best to get it roughly even.  And I do mean rough.  Plus I had to go shorter than I wanted to avoid it looking like there was a random chunk missing from his bangs.  

I guess if you hadn't seen his hair before it wouldn't look totally horrendous.  Just extra short.  But as far as I'm concerned he could just as well be wearing a neon yellow shirt that says, "My Mom Did This To Me".   Let's chalk this one up as one of many times that I will embarrass him in his life.  Thank goodness he is blissfully unaware that he has the right to demand a professional from here on out...