And this is what he looks like today.
Here's what happened.
I was all, "Chris! We should give Ezra a buzz cut this Summer since he sweats like a juice box!"
Chris: "No. He would look very silly in a buzz cut."
Me: "Nooooo he wouldn't!!"
Fast forward a few days. I'd trimmed Ezra's hair, and Chris loved it. It was short but not too short. Ezra looked dashing.
Then I noticed that I'd missed some spots, and that the top still seemed way too long. So, I picked up my scissors again.
It all went downhill from there.
Let's just say he looked exactly like Loyd from 'Dumb and Dumber' by the time my second trim was over.
Chris was at work, so I decided to take the plunge and just cut it ALL off. I'd rather have a big bald headed boy than a boy who incites images of LLOYD FROM DUMB AND DUMBER every time I look at him.
Chris was very sad when I sent a picture of the new 'do' to his cell phone. He does not like the buzz cut.
It is growing on me, however. At first I wasn't too keen on the look, either. (UHMM... Probably because it made my baby-child suddenly look like a fourteen year old.) But we went outside in the heat today and Ezra did not look like a sweaty, wilting flower! He did not turn bright pink! He just ran around looking like happy fourteen year old with military aspirations! Hooray buzz cut!
Maybe I'm just taking out my repressed scissor fingers on my son, since I cannot cut my own hair. Speaking of which... Operation: Grow Hair - an update!
It seems like it is MUCH too hot to be carrying around all this excess hair on top of my head. A small part of me wants to chop it. Because it FEELS like this:
Luckily, I found this photo of Kate Moss the other day:
...and am using it as an inspiration to keep on GROWING. Who knew? My hair is just like Kate Moss'. (Moss's? Moss'eses?) Big and blonde and poofy and lion's mane-ish. The kind of hair that makes you feel like you're wearing a heavy diva wig on your head in the humid, 90 degree weather!
She's got about 6 inches on me in this image. And fortunately for me, my hair grows like CRAZY when I'm pregnant. So... I'm sure to catch up in no time. Right?
Right. UNLESS I CHOP IT. (Which I won't.) (Or maybe I will.) No, no...