Call me Edward Scissorhands.

Call me Edward Scissorhands.

I got rid of the curls. Why did I do that?! I'm immediately regretting my decision to bust out the hair trimmer, even whilst using the longest guard, and giving my Nugget nappy headed short hair.

So what if I sat here, when everyone ventured upstairs for the night and cried for five minutes? Is that a crime? You want to lock me up in the clink for twenty five to life? Do ya? I do.

Husfriend had to keep reassuring me that, "It's just hair and it'll grow back." He failed miserably at being sensitive to my emotions and compassionate to the forthcoming anxiety by following the previous statement with the next. "I loved him with long hair."

WHAT?! (Me too.)

Why the hell didn't you judo chop the trimmers out of my hand and insist I just give him a quick trim to get the long front pieces out of his eyes?! LIKE I ORIGINALLY HAD PLANNED! It's Halloween season for Pete's sake! Bust out some uncharacteristic athleticism. Punch me in the ovary, spit in my eye, round house kick straight at my jugular. Something. Anything!

It's not entirely his fault. Okay, it's not his fault at all. I'm in distress and need an immediate culprit alright? Leave me alone, I'm depressed. If you need me I'll be over here in the corner snuggling with the first lock of curly beauty I ruthlessly buzzed right off the top of his head (and am now keeping in a Ziploc bag because I'm that disgustingly sentimental). I need chocolate and my buddy Jack, stat.

Why am I such a wreck over all of this? Perhaps it's due to the current disarray of my own personal head of hair. As if Nugget is living out my coif's own nightmare. I'm diligently working to rectify my growing-out-my-hair-and-still-have-short-layers disastrous excuse for a hairstyle. Unfortunately I'm in a pickle about the pampering of my nest.

Nugget is charming and adorable even still. The hair doesn't really look horrible at all. I think it was just the initial shock and/or realization that he has his mama's thick wavy locks that are definitely not going to work for him in the short haircut world. I'm fine with that. I'll take a musical, hippie, beach bummed out, genius toddler any day.

Hopefully by Christmas...