This morning, I thought I was being such a good mom (oh, watch out!). I was making muffins, bread and cinnamon roles for the weekend. Keeping up that supermom facade by baking :)
Little did I know....my Tarin Bo-Barin was upstairs shaving his hair. Yes, you read correctly. My 4 year old got Josiah's electric razor and shaved one half of his head. As he came in the kitchen to show me, I freaked. In a loud voice, I asked (for the love of Mike...) what on earth he was thinking. He answered, very calm and matter of fact, "Mom. I am being a soldier." Oh. Is that all? Well duh, I should have known. It makes perfect sense! You are being a soldier.
It was just physically painful to shave the remainder of his hair. I mean. his hair is pretty! Thick, curly and blonde....no longer. He looks like a poor little cancer-wrought child. Tarin is, of course, thrilled with the new look. He saw himself in the mirror and exclaimed, "Am I a soldier...or am I Bretton?!" (Bretton is my friends son who gets the "high and tight" Air Force haircut from his daddy. I cannot believe Tarin remembered that!!) Needless to say, I am upset, Tarin is happy and Ethan and Kellen are traumatized by their "new" brother.
Below is a picture diary of the events as they unfolded. Enjoy my pain! :)
Tarin, Just a few days ago.
One half of his hair (or lack of)
Shaving the remainder of his hair.
Almost done.....you can see that my razor does not even cut as close as Josiah's did!!!