|Tank holding Curly pre-hair. |
We just stumbled across this
pic and we CANNOT
believe her cheeks.
I have always cut the boys' hair, including Coach. I cut the girls' hair when they were young, even giving Mini a cute bob that I called the grape-juice haircut.
Reason being: I felt like Ernie (no pun intended) when he tried to evenly share grape-juice with Bert. He kept pouring a bit and then deciding someone had too much, and taking a few sips to even it out. Well, straightening Mini's bob out was not my most shining moment as a fake beautician.
|Curly age 3, and I thought the hair |
was tough to comb through back then.
It is so incredibly curly now.
I wish I could share a feel
-think poodle on steroids.
Then along came Curly. I thought her curly hair was made for shining moments. Her hair was SO darn forgiving. She has a mass of serious curls and if one side was a tad longer than another, who knew?
Coach and I will soon be buying a second home with all the haircut money we have saved over the years. OK, fake news, but you get the point.
December 2018: Curly's hair began to look like a triangle. My beautician suggested I buy a thinning shears and thin it out to give it more shape. I watched YouTube videos, sat her down in the bathroom (because- Chicago winter), and got started. Mini was in the room and every little clip I made, Mini shrieked until I invited her to LEAVE the bathroom.
The results were fabulous. She had shape. It was manageable - as in she could get through it without horrible knots. She was delighted.
The thing I learned early on when cutting Curly's hair is that if I cut a tiny fraction of hair off, her hair sprung up and looked 2 inches shorter. I had to focus really hard not to cut off too much from the length or it would look crazy short.
May 2019: Last year in early May, Coach and I took Curly out to lunch.
We take the kids out alone two times a year for breakfast or lunch and it was her turn. It was a beautiful spring day, and she pointed out that she was ready for another haircut. She was starting to get triangle-ish again. When we got home, she was all: CAN YOU DO CUT MY HAIR NOW?
I gathered my stuff and told her to get it wet and meet me on the deck. Her friend's mom texted me and asked if Curly could come and play. Ugh. Curly was like, OH, PLEASE CAN I GO TO HER HOUSE? JUST HURRY UP AND CUT MY HAIR AND THEN I WILL GO.
I texted back: Cutting her hair, she'll be over soon.
This, my 2nd time thinning her hair didn't go quite so well. I blame the HURRY UP factor. Friends, I ran that thinning scissors up AND down her hair, then back again in the other direction. I was not as focused as the day in the bathroom when I carefully chose select strands and thinned them, and started only from about 6 inches away from the root. I needed Mini's shrieking to remind me to be CAUTIOUS.
Afterwards, Curly ran upstairs to shower. I looked at my deck and felt a tad ill that Curly's curls were EVERYWHERE. I reminded myself that I always feel this way when Curly's beautiful locks scatter.
A moment later I heard Curly holler from my bathroom. I ran upstairs. Mini was in there and carefully made horrified faces from angles that Curly could not see- even in the mirror.
|Off of the deck, blowing in the |
breeze- my girl's hair.
She was not lying. I assured her that she just needed to comb through it and that it would be fine. I took the brush and brushed through it. I told her that was it, no more would come out. I pointed her face at the mirror, SEE? YOU STILL HAVE ALL KINDS OF HAIR.
Curly held up the brush to me and sobbed: LOOK!
Dear God, I could have ditched babysitting to become a wig-maker. There was THAT much hair in the brush.
|A somewhat distorted photo of Mini because|
I took the picture while it was in a frame.
See - her hair. So pretty,
then straight (still pretty),
now back to long ringlets, especially
with the help of her twisty turban.
I fumbled for words. Ultimately, I told her that it would still look cute, it always did. Plus it would grow back. I apologized profusely and told her I should have re-watched the videos to remember what I was doing. I admitted that I was probably racing. After the shower, it perked up and she decided it was cute, but we both knew I had gone overboard.
Days later, Tank would sit behind her on the family room floor and make jerking hand motions behind her head to point out the many strange geometric shapes in her remaining curls. If only my dagger looks aimed at him could be felt from across the room.
I think part of the deal with Curly's hair is that it was transforming from little kid hair to hair that changes after hormones/puberty. Does anyone else find that their kids' hair does this?
|Walking in Vancouver last summer. Not sure |
you can tell, but majorly frizzy
and lots of up and down dips.
Oh, the guilt.
Example: Mini had curly hair as a tot. Think loose ringlets. Then in grade school her hair was pretty straight with a wave to it. After puberty, serious curls - not as afro-esque as Curly's, but really curly.
So, Curly's hair now has SO MANY different layers and lengths to it, it has driven her crazy over the course of the year. It has been growing out ever so gradually and I pointed out early on in the pandemic that by the time we were done with house-arrest her friends would be shocked at how much it had come back.
I admit though, when Reg had his graduation pictures taken at school in January, I calculated that Curly has 2 years before her 8th grade grad pics are taken and I hope by then her hair will be BACK to normal.
|(image credit: Google) Zoe with same |
wispies as Curly at the sides.
Lately Curly has a handful of curls that hang down below the rest. Honestly she reminds me of a Muppet. Parts of this hang-down-below-the-rest hairs are very feather-light and they bounce in the breeze. Thus: Muppet resemblance with hair flying around like those puppets with feathers and lightweight fur. I swear she looks a tad like Zoe from Sesame Street.
Oh, and I am raising my right hand here and swearing, triangle or not - Curly will be going to a professional from now on. I even met a woman at a graduation party last summer who gave me the name of a beautician who specializes in curly haircuts.
Anyone else ever destroy your kid's hair accidentally?
Note: I think I am subliminally inserted the 'going to lunch' story to assure you I am not a horrible parent who thoughtlessly sheered the shit out of my kid's hair.