Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Hair Cuts, Orca's and Stress Fractures.

Or: How's the moon treatin ya Ms. G ?

Biggest Called. She said:

What are you doing?

Me: Making dinner. Why?

Big: I need you to cut all my hair off! Right Now!

Me: I'm cutting meat right now but...ok.

Big: I'm coming over right now because if I wait I'll chicken out.

Me: Why do you suddenly want your hair cut?

Big: Because I woke up this morning and I was trapped in bed. It wrapped around the bed post and I couldn't get up! It has to go NOW!

Me: ok Rapunzel, come on over. But you can't cry. No Crying.

I was terrified. Even giving her a trim can lead to hysterics.

Littlest asked what was going on and then proclaimed, No! She can't! Short hair Is My Thing!!

Me: Don't worry about it.

So she came. DecentGuy followed her in looking nervous. How short are you getting it, he kept asking. I want it all off, she answered, above my shoulders. I want it short. DecentGuy looked like he might cry. Not because he was worried about how her hair would look but because he would have to live with the repercussions. I'm not cutting it short I reassured him. Yes, you are, Biggest exclaimed, I want it all gone.
I said...ok..

Then I cut it to her shoulder blades. She said it wasn't short enough. So I took off another quarter inch.

She checked it in the mirror, swinging the waves flowing around the middle of her back.

It's short!

Me: Yes it is. Ok, she smiled, that's perfect. She showed DecentGuy, Look, it's short! DecentGuy looked very relieved and humored her too agreed with her. And she didn't cry!

Littlest was very relieved too because, of course no one is allowed to have short hair but her.
(I guess short hair in your mind doesn't count)

Unfortunately Middlest went behind my back a few weeks ago and Let Someone Cut Her Hair! I was outraged. The traitor. I had very good reason to refuse to cut her hair! It was pretty.

Littlest was outraged too because....no one is allowed to have short hair but her. She ranted when Middlest came home with a mid neck bob. The only way to console her was to point out that she still had : The Shortest Hair. She was barely appeased but only because Middlest told her that no one hits on her anymore. Littlest thought this was a fairly good vindication, as she put it, Good! My Entire Life whenever we were together all the guys stared at you. Well, they don't anymore, replied Mid. Not even creepy losers hit on me now....sometimes homeless guys still do....

Once I started to get used to it I thought it was pretty cute but then she came to me yesterday and said, I think I might let my hair grow out....

I said: ok. Why don't they listen to their mother the first time?

At least she didn't cry. She did cry at Seaworld on Monday because the orca exhibit was still closed. A year ago she went with her Marine Science class and called me crying. She thought by now it would be open. Nope. So this time she called me crying and her boyfriend was there to enjoy it. I asked her if he thought she was nuts for crying about the whales. So she asked him if he thought she was nuts and he said, "not anymore than I did before." This one is obviously fitting right in around here.

Though Littlest complains about her hair and begs me to cut it again about every two weeks she has not cried about it. However she injured her arm a few weeks ago at jiu jitsu and it's not getting better. Her doctor couldn't find anything wrong when it first happened and said if it isn't better by next week we should come back for a second xray because a stress fracture sometimes takes a few weeks to show up. Yep. A hairline fracture. She was looking forward to her first big tournament on the 24th and her dad and her instructor ganged up on her yesterday to explain that she had to accept that if the doctor doesn't clear her next week she can't compete. And yes.. she cried. : {

Oh. Come to think of it, while he was here DecentGuy lifted his cap and HAH!! He Had Hair! Normal Hair!! I really wasn't sure because the last time I saw hair on him he was 16 and it was standing straight up in a Mohawk. I thought maybe he did permanent damage ; ) Or accidentally glued that cap to his head 9 years ago using Elmers to make that Mohawk work.

Things are pretty normal around here this month.

Moon Music





P.S. I will be traveling from 3/11 thru 3/14 and will not be able to reply to comments.
Catch Ya Later!
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18 comments:

  1. Hair cutting is a dangerous topic around here. I've never forgiven myself for letting my daughter talk me into cutting 29" of her gorgeous hair... so she could take care of it herself. Every time she cuts the girls hair, I throw a hissy fit. She just cut the baby's hair and I nearly died. The logical me wants mine in a pixie, but I just can't bring myself to do it, even if my long hair is hideous! What is it about me and hair??? Oh, and my lazy boys shave their heads and that really ticks me off!

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    1. I can't bear to see the hair get cut either! But I usually do it. Except for poor Mid and her 3lbs. of hair.

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  2. Pearls of wisdom..add a bead.

    How I love you.

    xo

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  3. Ah the old hair cut.. I always cry when I get mine cut, and I barely even have a trim each time I'm in the chair! Her hair must have been crazy long to wrap around the bed post!! xx

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    1. To her behind! And one of the reasons is because she usually cries, so normally,I won't touch it : )

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  4. I wear my hair very short, almost crew cut short. I hate messing with hair. I love the look of long hair, but have zero patience for "messing" with it. I wouldn't even attempt to give my dog a haircut. You are a brave soul!

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    1. In my youth I thought for a brief time that I wanted to be a hairstylist. I changed my mind as soon as I finished school for it. But my family gets free haircuts!

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  5. I've always had issues with my hair, hated getting it cut, hate how the hairdressers always style it, used to cry after every haircut. Now I finally have a hairdresser who I love and my hair is - okay. Not great, but it usually doesn't make me cry. My daughter was bald until she was three, finally got it long and then chopped it off to donate it, had a shoulder-length bob sort of thing, then last week I took her and she asked my hairdresser to cut it all off and dye the top purple. And she looks fabulous, and she loves it. How is she more mature than me, at 9? Pah!

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    1. I bet she's adorable! I love that the hair was donated too : )

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  6. So funny that you called her Rapunzel. I would have used the exact same name! You were wise to use moderation in how you cut it though.

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    1. True. Our Rapunzel is capable of locking us in a tower for revenge....Or being the cause of locking ourselves in a tower for protection from the shrapnel ; )

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  7. I thought having all boys I'd be saved from this pain but haircuts are just plain torturous in my house. Oldest isn't too bad, middle is reasonable but usually goes from one extreme to the other as in shaggy dog to skinhead. Youngest - I'm sure he cries when no-one's looking because he HATES haircuts and is extremely particular about how his hair looks.

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    1. Your youngest sounds like my youngest. I hear more about that kids hair than anything else she does!

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  8. When I was in high school I had long hair down to my knees. Chopped it to my waist when I got married and to my ears when I turned 40. Short is the way to go.

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    1. I'm starting to be very tempted to get rid of mine. It's to my shoulders right now and I'm getting sick of it.

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  9. Oh my! Our hair wars will sound a little different. LOL sorry about your daughter's fracture. I know she hates it but no competition for her. We want her healthy.

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    1. Nicole, she went for a re-check today and he still says it's not fractured. I just don't know!

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