High and tight
I was flipping through some of my mom's photos last fall and came across one of my uncle when he was a kid. I was immediately enamoured of his totally rad haircut. It was cut really short from his neck up to the top of his head. The hair on top was left longish and tousled looking. My dad told me it's called a "high and tight", a common military haircut (usually the military version is a lot shorter on top, more like crew-cut length). I decided that would be Henry's next haircut. Did you know that watched hair never grows? I learned that the hard way. Finally, this month Henry achieved a proper state of general hair disheveledness (only the second time it's ever happened), so out came the clippers. This morning, in fact. Yes, even though I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing when it comes to hair, I decided to cut Hank's myself.
Before I unveil the "after" pictures, I'd like to point out one thing that's probably pretty obvious and doesn't need to be said but I'll say it anyway: it's hard to cut an eighteen month old's hair. Especially when they're running around instead of sitting in a chair which in hindsight probably would have been a good idea. The initial cut only took about five minutes, followed by a half an hour of stealth swipes which took place while he was sufficiently distracted by something like a book. Or the Wiggles. I think it came out all right though. It's not perfect, but he's cute enough to pull it off. Next time I think I'll just take him to a barber.
