Back when I had no choice I would get my hair cut every other week. The hair cut was simple but I would have to shop around until I found someone to cut it like I wanted. It normally took a while for me to find the right barber (or stylist) and when I found that person that is the only place I would go. When I got out and started staying home with the kids I did what every former Army man should do. Grew my hair out and grew a beard. The beard lasted about 4 months before I could not take it any more and the hair looked really bad and I broke down and got it cut also. Well, yesterday, I had my 3rd hair cut since August 2007. My wife had been asking me when, my 2 mommy friends had been asking if I was going to bring the mountain man back and they had decided that there was no room in our group for beards (they were just giving me a hard time). Of course they were correct, I looked like shit. There is a difference between well kept longer hair and homeless guy longer hair. I had actually wanted to get my hair cut a while ago but once I find someone I like to do it I like to stick with that person. That person is my wife's gay co-workers boy friend and he works at a more upscale shop than I had generally gone to in the past. The thing that made me wait so long is that I wanted an appointment so I could go without the kids. We tried to make plans but her work has been very unpredictable lately between travel and late nights.
Last week I broke down and I finally made an appointment, and since I was taking the kids I made one for the boy at the same time. He has always been good about getting his hair cut so why not right?
So there I was at 2:50 p.m. on a Tuesday I got out of the truck, pulled out the stroller, diaper bag, the pre-made bottle and then I pick up the girl. Poop, of course. I put her back in the car seat, get the diaper bag out of the stroller, throw her in the front seat and watch the boys eye's close in the back seat "don't fall asleep now, we're here", he's out. I change the girls diaper and put everything (her included) in the stroller. I pull him out of the truck eyes still closed and he melts into my arms fast asleep. Now let me just say, I have been blessed with kids that value their sleep as much as I do and waking up the boy is generally a very bad idea. I walk across the parking lot pushing the stroller with one hand and a 3.5 yr old buried in my shoulder. I let the receptionist know who we are and sit and wait. Tickling the girls feet and trying to wake up the boy. I go back and we figure maybe he can sit in my lap while we get our hair cut, no? how about sitting him on the booster seat on the floor, no? How about a lollipop? "I'm awake, I want red because its my favorite color" Problem solved. "Play with your sister while I get my hair cut" he did, "o.k. your turn, I'll feed the girl" he did, I did. "what cute kids" say all the ladies, "yeah, they look like me, I worked really hard making them".
On another note the boy is watching t.v. and the "Upside Down Show" just started as I type and it is the one about hair cuts. This is the third time I have seen the "upside down show" and this is the only episode I have ever seen. What a coincidence. I hate this show.
