Wednesday, February 3, 2010
February 3: I love
cutting the hair of my sweet and patient family members. It started as a way to save some money when Ben and I were living on a tight budget, but, despite a few bald spots and knicks, we found that it is a wonderful experience for all involved. I love everything about it: the sound of hair getting snip-snipped, the opportunity to feel every spot of his head; the fact that I now know exactly what it feels like to give him the right haircut, the dining room chair pulled onto the tile kitchen floor; the fact that not only does he take off his shirt at the end of the haircut, but he then sweeps every last hair off the floor.
Our children were born into this haircutting arrangement, and therefore, until they are old enough to object, will be the beneficiaries of their mama's haircuts. This afternoon was Zosia's turn, and she sat as patient as can be until I was all done. The fact that she was snacking on a chocolate chip cookie didn't seem to hurt.
More love here.