Haircuts

Every six or seven weeks, Ben gets his haircut. Although, left to his own devices, he’d go longer in between appointments. BUUUUUT...he's a married man and his wife makes sure to nag remind him when he’s due for a trim. If it weren't for me, Ben's hair would be long and lustrous, and our girls would spend hours and hours brushing and braiding his man-mane. Hours and hours occupied and out from under my feet. [Inside thought: I wonder if Fabio babysits?]

“Ben, don’t forget to call for a haircut.”

“Gah! I hate getting my hair cut.”

[I said haircut, not a dialysis appointment.] ...Continue Reading »

We got together with my cousin’s wife, and her kids, a couple of weeks ago. Since then, I’ve had no peace when it comes to Whitney and her hair. She’s been begging me for long hair like my cousin’s daughter, Olivia. [What does that make her...a second cousin, first cousin once removed? O.K., until we can hammer this out, we’ll just keep referring to her like Whitney does: OLIVIA, OLIVIA, OLIVIA!]

And, no way mammy is anyone, under my care, growing their hair past shoulder-length. That is unless your twelve. Then you scare me and I don’t want to rattle your preteen cage. Easy girl, that’s right, no one’s making any hasty moves. Also, we have high-speed internet and cable so we’re good, you and me, right? ...Continue Reading »

I gave Whitney a haircut this morning. ...Continue Reading »

I cut Heidi and Whitney's hair a couple of days ago. ...Continue Reading »