You might’ve noticed that Caedmon got a haircut.
He went from this:
I couldn’t take it any more. Husband had decided a few weeks ago that he wanted me to start cutting Caedmon’s hair (again). I just hadn’t had time. So while Caedmon watched Aladdin the other night, I got the gear out and went to town.
In my fed-up-ness with his long hair, I may have gotten a little clipper-happy, cutting it a bit shorter than I’d intended. But in about 2 weeks it will be absolutely perfect…and give me another 2 weeks out of that haircut. See? Always planning ahead.
The funny thing about Caedmon’s hair is that it’s a perfect blend of Husband and me. He has Husband’s hairline along the front. But his hair? It’s exactly like mine down to the cowlick near his neckline – fine and thick. The amount of hair I swept up after that haircut was astounding. We could’ve built our very own Cousin It.
I may have nearly killed myself giving him the haircut. My back is still sore. I guess bending over with about 20 pounds of extra weight around your mid-line will do that to you. But he loves it. And I do too.