Adam told me the other day we should start keeping track of the little things we're doing to save money rather than keeping track of all the big things going wrong that are taking our money.
Most recent Big Thing: Not being able to get a fat rebate on our appliances because we can't get our Colorado driver's licenses without our Illinois birth certificates. Winning.
Little thing: Getting a fairly small rebate on all the paint we bought. Or using the Snapfish coupon and getting 99 prints for 99 cents. (Seriously!?)
Or, yes, cutting the boys' hair at home.
I know people who do this and do this well.
I am not one of these people.
This is definitely one of those "practice makes perfect" kind of things. Or in my case "practice makes less awful."
We're fine shaving Ethan's hair because he has the right texture (coarse, like mine) of hair for this. (Maybe I should do the same thing?) and also a great little head.
I do still like the mohawk though...
Maybe next time.
But Sam? His hair has forever been different. Curly on the ends...
See those strange little curls?
And you can't deny the simliarity...
So, cutting Sam's hair at home has never seemed like a good idea. But there's only so much Hobbit a mom can take.
In an effort to prevent him from sprouting fur on his feet, I decided it was time to take matters into my own hands. Partly because hair cutting has NEVER been good with Sam. Last time I took him for a cut, the lady handled him really well but she was mean. Like, with a capital M. Like an ogre.
"Does he squirm a lot, is that why his hair looks so bad?"
I think she spit at me after she said that.
So, taking him back doesn't rank very high on the top of my "can't wait to do that again" list.
My hairdresser back in Illinois gave me some tips and showed me a video and I started to feel like maybe I could do this thing. Plus, I was concerned he'd start speaking in an Irish accent and wake up caked in a perpetual covering of dirt, so I bit the bullet.
Here's his "before" shot, in all its orange glowy glory.
And from the side:
I know. I should've cut it weeks ago.
But I've been busy, you know, sunning and jet-setting and sipping Mimosas on the beach.
(I don't actually know what a Mimosa is.)
(Sophia had a feather in her hair up until yesterday when it just sort of fell out, except for the part that they glued to her hair. I'm thinking we may never do that again.)
And then, I just started cutting.
I am not good at cutting hair. Give me a sheet of paper and I'm golden. Hair? Not so much. It gets everywhere and I can't help but lament over what's hitting the floor.
BUT. I will say, that for the first time, it turned out okay. I mean, I'm not embarrassed to take him out of the house at least.
Looking at this picture, you can see where I missed a few spots on the sides (I cut them yesterday on the kitchen counter.)
But at least he didn't squirm. So next time when she asks why he looks so bad, I can't blame it on him.
Darn. I hadn't thought of that.
He looks so old with short hair. It kinda freaks me out.
I know. I'm not gonna rent a chair in a salon anytime soon, but darn it. I saved us $12. It's going on the list.
It's these little things that keep me out of my straight jacket and padded room.