My Preschool Marine

My poor child, Mathew to be more specific, has been born with the craziest hair that only gets accentuated by his abnormally large head. He endures us quoting many lines from "So, I Married an Axe Murderer." We should probably quit doing that before he's old enough to realize what we're saying and suffers from self-esteem issues. Anyway...his hair just grows straight up and out and he looks like a mad man/little boy unless we keep up on his haircuts. Unfortunately, our good friend, Julie, who normally takes care to keep him looking normal for us, has been crazy busy and I haven't wanted to bother her to give him his normal cut. So this weekend we decided his hair was just getting too out-of-control and we took matters into our own hands. Since neither Brandon nor I know how to cut hair, we just gave him the classic buzzed look of a marine. So here's our handiwork. I started out shaving his head, but Brandon soon took over, insisting in not so many words that I wasn't doing it right.

Mathew Before



Mathew After


Needless to say, Julie does a much better job. I'm thinking Brandon and I shouldn't quit our day jobs.