Very recently, Dom had cool rocker hair.  Think Bon Jovi (now, not then…then was just nasty).  All I did was trim his bangs occasionally to keep them out of his eyes.  He looked so cute – like a sloppy, artistic sort.

Although some people insisted on calling him “she” when we were out in public, I loved his hair.  After having three people say, “Oh, she is so adorable” in one day, I decided to trim Dom’s hair.

I have no formal hairstyling experience.  But I have trimmed bangs.  How much harder can the rest of the head be?  After all, you just need to make sure it is even as you go.

The end result…well, it was even.  When my Mom saw it for the first time, her initial reaction was laughter…then she sputtered out, “What did you do, put a bowl on his head and trim around the bottom?”

She stopped laughing once I reminded her of my eighth grade hair disaster…we didn’t have time to get my bangs trimmed before school pictures, so my Mom did them herself.  By the time she was done evening them out, they were an inch long.  Not one of those pictures survives today. 

So, since my haircut attempt was apparently a disaster (did I mention that I didn’t know what to do with the back so Dom had a mullet?), we had to go have it fixed.  We went to my Mom’s hairdresser, who gave Dom his first haircut a few years ago. 

Pam took one look at Dom’s hair, shook her head, and then asked me if she needed to confiscate my scissors.  I have now been forbidden even from trimming bangs.

The end result is short.  Dom looks adorable, but I really, really miss his hair.  Every time we see a messy-headed little boy in public, I cry inside.  So, Pam, although you did wonders repairing my damage, you won’t be seeing us again for a long time.

I will be waiting for hair to grow.