The Haircut...Ouch!

Turner got his second haircut (in 2 and 1/2 years) on Tuesday of last week (sorry, life is a little busy and can't get the blogs posted like I should). I got home from class around 7 and put Turner in the bath. Without any water in the bathtub, I pull out the clippers. He is patiently waiting in full exposure; I flip the instrument on. Buzzzz. His eyes are wide and he is, for proably the first time all day, silent. I pull a section of blonde curl out and whiz it off. It falls down his back. He yelps, "Ouch!"

Did I forget the clipper guard? Oh my gosh, is there a clipper guard? What have I lobbed off with the deadly, two inch clippers? "What is hurt, buddy?" The concern in my head much more urgent, the tone in my voice, as always with Turner, is soft and even. "That hair hurt my back." He reaches as best he can around his back and tries to scratch where the large hunk of hair fell moments before. Good. Ears are still attached.

Hair keeps getting shorter and shorter as I try to even it up. I'm reminded of a Berry Christmas story where some child (probably Lori or Laura since all the ailments were inflicted on these angels) was mid haircut with bangs sideways and an inch long as a mom worked to straighten things out. I stop cutting and figure it will grow out. A little unevenness is better than no hair at all. Last haircut was much easier. Turner was much smaller and more willing to sit quietly while I took 45 mintues to cut his hair. This haircut took about three minutes. It shows, but he looks so much older now without his baby locks. Everyday there is one more step we make toward boyhood, forever distancing ourselves from that little being who so contently slept on my chest every afternoon while I slurped down ice cream, "interepreted" the editorials for him, and could laugh out loud at his snorts without waking him.

One more little thing - Turner needs "oderant" now, most every morning. No matter how often I say deoderant, he says "Yeah Mommy. I stinky. I need some oderant."

The pictures are of Turner in the kitchen making a masterpiece (thanks Grandmother for the easel. I finally put it together this weekend and he draws, recites colors, erases, colors pictures, and drops chalk while I cook). The other picture is us at the park (the day I talked to you Laura). He is driving the rocket and sliding rocket to safety. Hmm....wonder if I could find him a rocket for Halloween? :) That would be perfect. Mission completed!