Yes, I really do realize how long it's been since I blogged. I am so ashamed. This is not the moment for updates - not quite yet - since there is breaking news to report!
Damon decided to give himself a haircut. I found out during a 2-hour phone/internet training session that I couldn't leave for anything, not to go to the bathroom, and certainly not to check on Amateur Night at the Barbershop.
By the time I finished, so had he, and though a few touch ups were in order, it wasn't as bad as I feared. It wasn't a flat-top like he dreamed of either, but who cares? He looked human.
"How does it look?" he asked.
"Not too awful," I said, not wanting to encourage future endeavors of the barberific sort.
"Yeah," Tina snickered, "except for the bald spots in the back." We all laughed together. We always do, at every short haircut that exposes the network of scars all over his scalp. He may not be as disastrous as Devon, but has certainly had his fair share of injuries.
A few minutes later he came back in, bald. He had tried to even it out with his scars, and very nearly succeeded.
Inspired, Devon decided he would cut his own hair, too. I actually didn't mind. Carefully fitting the trimmers with a medium guard, I showed him how to cut his own hair. "Call me when your arms get tired and I'll finish up," I told him.
A few minutes later he came back in, bald in spots.
"I told you not to take the guard off," was about all I could say.
"I didn't," he tried to excuse himself in a small voice. "It fell off, and I just didn't notice."
Oh well, it will match the LARGE bald spots in the back of his head, where a few days ago he disobeyed (shocking, I know!) and ended up squirting that expanding foam sealant stuff all over his hair. Instead of letting it dry and then having me take a look at it, he disobeyed again (No! Not Devon!). He could have been a sensible naughty boy and cut it off, but no, he had to pull it out bit by bit, leaving him looking very much like the baby robins I photographed a few weeks ago: pink, and baldly fuzzy in places.
So when they go to school in a week looking like they were CHEWED BY RATS, I want everyone to know right up front that it was not me!!!!!!!!!!
"Not to worry," I told Damon. "By the time school starts, your hair will be at least twice as long as it is now."
Until the next adventure,
Noni Beth
such cuties!
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