Oscar Haircuts

I have cut my kids' hair for years. I think since birth, minus about a year when I did take them to my salon. Connor's cowlick scared me and I was afraid if I attempted to cut his hair, I would be very, very sorry. So, for a year I took them in for their cuts. I like the convenience of being able to cut their hair when I want to (night before a choir concert, before a family get together, etc). Of course, I like the cost saving too. When I first starting cutting their hair I did it all with a scissors. I was scared of a razor. But after watching my hairdresser use it on them for that year (she never did get annoyed with my nose inches from her shoulder watching every move she made, absorbing it all), I knew I need not be scared of that little machine. Now, I razor the back and by the ear and use a scissors on most of the side and top. So, I decided with the money I was saving by cutting their hair myself, I would invest in some nicer tools. I bought a nice scissors and two razors; one for the side/back and one for trim work. This was NOT without much trial and error...I took back a couple of razors before finding one that actually worked and cut super close. Today was haircut day in the house. Which my kids hate, by the way. You would think they would be thrilled their mother was doing this job for them instead of requiring they get dressed, get hauled out of the house, wait for their turn at the salon, etc...BUT NO! They complain and moan when it's haircut day....little hairy turds.I figured it was Oscar night. My kids needed to look good. Yeah, they didn't buy it either. Here is the before of the kids taken on Valentine's Day with their enemy...their hairdresser. Two Sasquatches, if you ask me. This is some of the bloody carcass: And this is the final result: Look at this cowlick, in all it's glory. I just decided to go with it and unleash it. Don't fight it! Let it flap in the wind. Let it flutter like his own little flag...."flag of Connor". Let it speak to the people. Because the scissors are so dang sharp, I cut myself every time. And it's not like I am slipping, it's just that the tip of the scissors hits my finger and leaves the tiniest little cuts....like a million little minute paper cuts (can you imagine the agony?) that start to hurt about an hour after I am done. So, today this is what I did... ....worked like a charm. That's not my finger hair, by the way. It's their hair. Stuck on the band aid. I swear. Not that there is anything wrong with hairy fingers. Especially if you have some... Another job accomplished. Peace out Peeps. LB