It's been a little hairy around here...

This week we have been in desperate need of haircuts. It started with Nate. I hate it when his hair is long enough to cover the tops of his ears. I don't know why but it bugs me. Anyway, Robert is in charge of Nate's haircuts. I'm minding my business doing my work when I hear the two of them snickering and giggling in the bathroom. Of course I go look to find Nate stripped down to nothing covered in hair sporting his new look. It's a Mohawk. I gave Robert a look that said, "Why does my child look like poor white trash?" Robert, in reply, begs me to keep it. "Just until Sunday, please." I acquiesce. For one reason or another our ward has been really outspoken about the Ross hair this year. It might have to do with the fact that the majority of our ward is elderly. Anyway, every week Robert gets comments on his long hair and offers to cut it. I always get comments, too, so I think Robert was just trying to stir the pot. I don't understand why it's an issue for anyone because we are always clean and neat but whatever. Just don't tell on us for being ornery.

So there it is. The Mohawk. It's not even that pronounced. I love to spike it straight up and even Nate is getting into it and asks to do it himself. I took him shopping the next day and got tons of compliments on it. Robert was pretty happy about that. And, just so it is noted, we got tons of compliments from our generation at church and tons of looks and grumbles from the older generation. I guess we got the reaction we were looking for.

On Friday I went to a salon with my sister for a little workshop. They talked to us about ideal haircuts and colors for our faces, waxed our eyebrows and answered all our questions. I never thought I was that bad but apparently I needed a lot of work. I was the first they approached for the eyebrow wax. I have only had it done once, for my wedding, and you'd think I'd said the dirtiest of words when I confessed it. The whole time they were working on them I kept hearing, "These eyebrows aren't for beginners!" I blame my dad. Later I also let it slip that I'd never colored my hair. I've used the kind that washes out after a week, but I'd never been to salon for highlights or color. I'm pretty sure when they all learned that I was quickly labeled the charity case of the night. Don't get me wrong, they were very nice and helpful, but I felt like I should hurry home and hide myself. I'm so sorry I subjected the rest of the world with my ugly mug for so long. Just kidding! I know they were trying to get some business out of me. But seriously, is there really something that wrong with just dealing with what you've been given naturally?
So I caved and made an appointment. I have never been afraid of short hair and I actually love it. Sure, there are days I have wished for pretty waves to frame my face but I love the low maintenance and edginess short hair provides. I LOVE my new cut and the color is barely noticeable which is what I like. I don't like the streaky look. They darkened the whole of it and added just a few honey colored highlights on the top. I had so much fun that I think I'm converted to it. Next time they said they'd go lighter because the warmer months will have hit. I'm excited to see it done that way.
Of course after I got my hair done (Robert says he really likes it even though I know he prefers it long) it was Robert's turn. He's had his hair long for about 2 years now. He started growing it once we got to Chicago. This picture is pretty close to what it looked like most of the time. It was longer a couple of times.

He felt like it was time for a change. Especially when we realized his hair was now longer than mine. He found a cut he liked and headed to the salon.
He came home looking like this. I love it! I can see all his face, especially his eyes, which were hidden a lot of the time. Doesn't he look fantastic! So cute! Okay, I'll stop gushing but seriously, he looks great.

So there you go. New looks all around at our house. It's been fun. Our only regret is that we can no longer torment our friends at church with our hair. Maybe we'll have to keep Nate's Mohawk just to keep them on their toes! :P