From hippie to Dapper Dan
We here at the O'Neal estates are totally shaggy-fied, all of us. Dada, who used to be a pretty regular once-a-month-haircut guy, can't remember the last time he had a trim, and, while he is still hawt, he could easily pass for a Beatle. I haven't had a trim since June, and nary a real cut since last October. My hair is so long I have considered off-and-on chopping it all off and donating it to Locks of Love as my nieces did with their hair this year. What stops me is that, while my hair is way too long, I would literally have to cut it all off to get the 10 inches the charity requires, and experience has taught me that a Claire with short hair looks like a dude. We can't have that.
In the meantime, the boys have also gone to shag under the watchful negligence of their mama. When Poppop and Meemaw came to visit in August, Poppop helped me take Isaac to the local kids' hair cuttery, where I had them hack away at his precious blond head till he was almost bald, knowing that it would be forever before we would be back. I kept putting it off and putting it off, and finally decided it massive hippie locks could not, in fact, stay until we saw our family expert hair person, Isaac's Mamaw, in a week and a half. With the timing of our upcoming Indy visit, it actually works out that Isaac could get a proper haircut today and then, if we remember, get another proper haircut from Mamaw in a month, and so stick to a (gasp!) normal schedule of grooming.
Here's my little hippie angel before his haircut. In this picture, I think he's telling me how the man is keeping him down.
A few screams but mostly contented staring at PBS Kids later, he emerged so stinkin' handsome. That boy can really work a haircut.
Now, his baby brother has never had a haircut, and also appears as though he's getting ready to audition for a boy band.
But we figured Mamaw would actually be mad at us if she didn't get to cut his hair, so shaggy he will remain. Poor Mamaw. We're not even home yet, and we already have her holidays planned out for her.
In the meantime, the boys have also gone to shag under the watchful negligence of their mama. When Poppop and Meemaw came to visit in August, Poppop helped me take Isaac to the local kids' hair cuttery, where I had them hack away at his precious blond head till he was almost bald, knowing that it would be forever before we would be back. I kept putting it off and putting it off, and finally decided it massive hippie locks could not, in fact, stay until we saw our family expert hair person, Isaac's Mamaw, in a week and a half. With the timing of our upcoming Indy visit, it actually works out that Isaac could get a proper haircut today and then, if we remember, get another proper haircut from Mamaw in a month, and so stick to a (gasp!) normal schedule of grooming.
Here's my little hippie angel before his haircut. In this picture, I think he's telling me how the man is keeping him down.
A few screams but mostly contented staring at PBS Kids later, he emerged so stinkin' handsome. That boy can really work a haircut.
Now, his baby brother has never had a haircut, and also appears as though he's getting ready to audition for a boy band.
But we figured Mamaw would actually be mad at us if she didn't get to cut his hair, so shaggy he will remain. Poor Mamaw. We're not even home yet, and we already have her holidays planned out for her.
posted by Claire at 9:41 PM
2 Comments:
Now Claire Jane you know Mamaw will cut "everyones" hair when you get here. Isaac may not even have a fit when Mamaw cuts his hair. You could even stand some cool hi-lites ya know. Mommy C
Hooray! And you thought those boys were bad ... you probably won't even let me sit down when you see me unless it's in a chair to get my hair cut, because it looks SO NAPPY. And yes, I really do need some highlights so Mike will quit calling me "Dishwater".
Please help us, Oh Great Mamaw.
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