Haircut

Dave has cut all the kids' hair since we've had kids. He's recently been asking me to take the girls' to have it cut (he doesn't like the criticism once he's done - they can be merciless). When I'm pregnant & sick, he often cuts my hair, too. He doesn't prefer to cut mine, but I can force him into it. As he gets out his hair cutting kit that he asked for his birthday several years ago from Value City we always refer to him as Daviid (du-veed) the Hair Specialist.
Ds#3 does not like his hair long. It's curly and it just looks wild and uncared for when it's long. This picture was taken after soaking his head in water, dousing it with gel and combing it though. The picture above really doesn't show you how silly he looks with long hair. Recently, Daviid hasn't been able to take the time to cut anyone's hair since he's been working evenings and weekends and working from home. It's just a busy time for him, and I know his heart would rather be with us, so we make the best of it. He's the one who's making the larger sacrifice. But Ds#3 REALLY needed a haircut.


After working 9 hours on Saturday, Dave came home to a boy begging for a haircut before church the next day. Dave took him to Wal-mart (I had some groceries to pick up) to get his first professional cut. I said I'd like it short, but I didn't want anything too rough looking. Dave took both boys and had them look through the books to pick out a cut. Even though it's more attitude than I thought I wanted, he's just sooo cute! Dave was a little embarrased to admit to the lady that he's always cut the boys' hair. She gave him an excellent compliment, though and said that he'd been doing a terrific job.