Not a first that I'm proud of like first tooth, first step, first day of kindergarten.
No, this is my first child to cut his hair with scissors.
The scene: Yesterday during rest time, while I blissfully typed that post and ate two Swiss Cake Rolls. He was supposed to be resting in my room under strict orders to not touch anything that is mommy's or daddy's. He had drawing supplies and a car. It was our first attempt at a rest in my room rather than a nap. Crucial mistake.
As I walked the stairs to get him, ready to clear my room of the Goodwill clutter, I got a bad feeling in my gut. I thought, "I hope I don't have a huge mess to clean up." And then I opened my bedroom door and smelled a mix of hairspray, baby powder and Mrs. Meyers Clean Day Surface Scrub in Lavender. My heart sunk. I noticed some hair on my bed.
Drew's clippers were strewn about the floor mixed with the white powder. My Aveda hair spray was empty.
Kolby's clothes were an incriminate white color.
At first, I thought the hair on our bed and on the floor was from the clippers box and had gotten spread around.
As I looked closer at Kolby, I realized it was his hair spread around.
After the Self Inflicted Hair Cut:
Today, After the Haircut of Shame