*sob* lost a daughter, gained a son

[tripperfunster]

No, there was no wedding, the son/daughter in question is only three years old. Quincey decided sometime after his first birthday that he no longer wanted his hair cut. I disagreed, but after almost poking out his eye with my scissors, I relented.

Fast forward two years. My long haired galoot is CONSTANTLY mistaken for a girl (no big deal) but he is also starting to become quite clumsy due to his hair being in his face. (he refused a pony tail as well)....so, we drew the line and cut it.

I didn't cry, but I wanted to! I thought I'd post the before and after. Sorry about the quality, but YOU get a three year old to sit still. (the haircut was hard enough). Please also note that this is the crappiest haircut I have ever given. (well...to someone I wasn't mad at, anyway ;).







Let me also add that I must get on a plane at 6am tomorrow morning, and leave my babies for 4 days while I donn a HUGE TURQUOISE GOWN and stand up at my mother's wedding in Toronto. *sob* I hate to fly. Well, I don't hate flying, I hate dying in firey plane crashes. *heart palpatations*

Comments

[canonfodder123.livejournal.com]

Ohhh - poor Tripp! It's all gone and short and boy-like!! He still looks very sweet though :D What does he think of it?

As for the wedding:
a) I HOPE THERE'S INTERNET THERE - 4 DAYS!!!!! *takes deep breaths*
b) I'm terrified of flying too, as you know, but I do find that alcohol helps. Lots of alcohol. Plus, there's nothing like that first impression you give when you turn up pissed. 6am? Ignore the funny looks, take the alcohol. If they don't serve it try chanting (inside the head by preference) - that helps too :D

*hugs* have fun in your huge turquoise gown and I'm sending you some good art vibes for the wedding portrait too!!! :)

[tripperfunster.livejournal.com]

Thanks pookie! As you know, I"ve arrived. the flight was bumpy, but not overly so. I actually made a bit of headway on the portrait on the plane, except the doofus with ADHD in front of me (an aldult, BTW) kept moving his seat up and down and bouncing around so my art pad was constantly being bumped. grrrr (needless to say, I gave him a few good kicks in the kidneys! ;)

I"ll post more later. :D