Yup, I really did go with that lame title for my post! I started typing it, paused and wondered if it was too cheesy… decided it was, paused again… and went with it. Because if I can’t be cheesy on my own blog, then what is this world coming to?!
So, as I’m sure you can tell, this post is about hair. Not mine, but Brian’s. He’s been letting his hair grow out since C was born, and C turned two in April. I just kind of went with it, because I figure it’s his hair, and he doesn’t tell me how to do mine.
The long hair presented some funny situations. Once we were at PF Chang’s and the waiter came up to the table from behind Brian. “Hi ladies, what can I get for you?” he said. Brian turned his head to reply, totally unfazed by this, and the waiter immediately turned bright red and apologized hurriedly.
I liked to tease Brian that he was my hippie husband, even though I doubt video games and LEGO are very “hippie” interests.
Here’s the before shot, from a couple of weeks ago on our trip to Illinois:
And here’s the after shot, from last night:
We measured his hair and it was just long enough to send off to Locks of Love. We’d measured it a couple of times before and he had decided that he wanted to make sure it was long enough to donate before cutting his hair. I love knowing that a child somewhere will get good use out of this. If you’re interested in donating, go here to find out more. It’s a really easy way to make a difference in the life of a child that is dealing with a tough situation.
So, now his hair is trimmed short and I’m sure he’ll be staying a little cooler in the midst of this crazy Texas summer. And I doubt he’ll get called “lady” anytime soon.