August 21, 2007

Sheering the Flock

School starts tomorrow. I’ve been dreading it as if you do it right, it is a lot of work. And I’m not an early bird. It’s been so nice sleeping in until 8 every morning.

But I could feel it coming. Last week the Pack Leader meeting for Cub Scouts. Last night the Home and School Board meeting. It was like being in a train tunnel and watching the light in the distance get closer and closer and then “BLAMMO!” its here.

For the past two weeks Bones has been fighting me on the hair cut. His hair had gotten so daggum long. Its been this blonde flat scraggily hair that was way past his collar and eyes. He couldn’t see at all if he didn’t push the hair from his face.

I finally said, “Nothing. Not a word. School rules are school rules. You fight me on it, you whine, you will regret it. Not a word.”

So he’s kept pretty quiet, although I know he’s not been happy.

Today we walked into the barber and Ringo, whose hair is scary crazy long and… bushy… insane hair, said to him, “I want it short.”

I did a *blink*. The barber looked at me and there was silence. He continued, “I want it as short as Mr. T’s is now. No. I want it shorter than that. I want it an inch and half all over, except my neck, I want it tapered…”

And as the barber took the scissors to his hair, it was like he was sheering a frickin’ sheep. It came off in clumps. Balls of hair. We could have stuffed a pillow with it.

And as he cut it Bones said to me, ‘I think I want my hair cut short too…’

Never underestimate the power of the Big Brother.

There was so much hair at the base of the chair, the barber said, ‘I don’t typically get that much hair in an entire DAY, let alone an hour!’

So they all have really short hair now (pictures later this week), hair shorter than I remember them having in way too long, and they all look so cute and smoochy and Ringo… looks so grown up. Taking the hair off… I can see his face now, and he is getting older. He looks like he’ll be a teenager soon… and he will be, in eight more months.


Posted by Boudicca at August 21, 2007 09:34 PM | TrackBack

I don't understand WTF is up with kids going back to school in the middle of the summer. That is SO VERY WRONG! We used to go back in the second week of September.

Posted by: Erica at August 21, 2007 10:07 PM


You just made that barber's day, for sure!

Posted by: Jerry at August 21, 2007 10:20 PM

"Never underestimate the power of the Big Brother..."

I never realized it until much later, but I was a huge influence on Robb. He did alot because of me.

I'm glad we went through boot together. The little bastard made me proud...

Posted by: That 1 Guy at August 21, 2007 10:47 PM

Amazing how much more grown up boys look when their hair is short. *grin*

Posted by: Teresa at August 21, 2007 11:17 PM

Ohhhh... I so wish I could have seen them after the hair cut. You did get 'before' pictures. I want to see if they really have eyes!!! (jj)

Posted by: vw bug at August 22, 2007 05:36 AM

School shouldn't start until after Labor Day, IMHO. But then, I am a slacker and I live for lazy summers!

Posted by: Peggy U at August 22, 2007 11:16 AM

"The power of the big brother.."

You know, "the big sister" carries some power as well... ;^) 'Course you already know that. Lord knows *I* do...

Posted by: Richmond at August 22, 2007 07:38 PM