Well, it happened this weekend…the epic first haircut! After several weeks of commenting on Tommy’s growing hair, his sweaty little tendrils over the 4th convinced me that it really was time. Little did I know that Derek (who didn’t trust me to cut it!) was about to take matters into his own hands. I returned from an outing to find Derek with Grandpa Tata’s clippers in hand and Tommy buckled into a booster seat in the basement. (sidenote: my mom always cut everyone’s hair in the kitchen, with all the good light, etc, but apparently the Tata/Muller tradition is in the basement…I guess the poor light hides the mistakes, but more about those in a minute…) Fortunately, I got down there in time to catch some of the first locks.
Problem is, Tommy was very interested in what Daddy had in his hands. He kept turning this way and that to see the clippers until I had to sing a really monotonous song to him while clapping Digits the Money’s hands in his face over and over again to get him to sit still.
The results? Well, I’m not sure why Derek thought he could do it better than I could…I was very emotional at just how short he’d gone! Guess Tommy is practicing the “high and tight” look to fit in with his future Marine uncle…