Haircuts

For me, haircuts have always been sort of a pain. As a kid I remember getting my hair cut only once a year, somewhere around the beginning of summer, and a buzz cut. Don't get me wrong, I liked the buzz look. I used to stay outside so long in summer my hair would get bleached. As I got older, around 8th grade, I went from the part on one side to center parting, eventually losing my glasses for contacts, finally getting away from that true "dork" look. Braces, believe it or not, helped as well. Post high school I flirted with the longer look but never really did have the patience to keep it very long and eventually went back to the short style, keeping it until grad school when I decided to not cut it at all for a full year. Once my was longer-ish it stayed that way till after YB and I married. For a while I was happy with the styles I had. It seemed the only people who did a great job could not speak english. YB had to talk to them for me. Needless to say that didn't last long either. Until a few months ago I'd basically given up and gone back to the short messy look when I happened to see the new stylist/barber in our new area who does a great job.

The whole point to this is not the history of my hair, but the pursuit of seeking a good style and someone who can cut it the way you like. G gets his hair cut at a local Korean barber and he looks fantastic. YB went out the other week and got her styled in an outstanding way...drives me crazy every day. So naturally, Z, not to be left out of anything, wanted to get her hair cut. To be honest, YB's been working on letting Z's hair grow just so Z would have enough hair to trim and style. Until YB got her hair styled Z hadn't said anything. But after YB's awesome do Z talked non-stop, "I need a haircut!" She would not let YB put her hair in a pony tail/sprig thing anymore and, after a few days of constantly pulling out such style, YB noticed Z liked her hair down, just like YB's new style.

Like mother like daughter.

Without further adieu, YB and I took Z to the mall, marched into Cartoon Cuts and sat Z down in a chair where she watched part of Thomas and Friends while the barber/stylist cut her hair as similar to YB's as she could. She is now a very happy girl, looking just like momma and hopefully learning YB's sense of style and ability to choose the right paths in life.

Guys and their shirts

Guys and girls both have their quirks, the things that make them tick. What's interesting to me is to see the development of those ticks in each of our children, even at such a young age.

This morning Gman went in his room to get changed. For him, the process of changing clothes can take anywhere from no less than 10 minutes to a couple hours if YB and I let it go that long. I mean really, that toy on the ground needs to be played with. The window needs to be looked out of. The book needs to be read. Recently he has taken to closing the door when getting dressed to keep Z out, something that was only a matter of time but still an indication he's continuing to grow up. He emerged with a shirt. A green shirt. And one he wears quite frequently. YB commented on it. "You like that shirt, don't you?" Then Gman and I had a conversation that went something like this.

"Is that your favorite shirt?"
"Oh yes, what about Z?"
"Z is a girl. Girls don't have favorite shirts, they have favorite outfits. Guys are more simplistic. Daddy has a couple hoodies he likes right now. I wear them all the time. That is your favorite shirt, you wear it all the time."

It's the simple things that makes guys and girls different. It's hysterical seeing Gman start to notice those differences. Watching our kids grow up and having the God-given blessing to be a part of their lives is something I am so thankful for and so often cracks me up.

1/2/2015

GMan started reading today.. finally.

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sorta thing. :)


He read Bob book, "Sam"
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