Fixing the hair
My wife took our son to the barber, to fix the mess I left on his head. No doubt he looks better now, though the barber could not finish the job. We need to take him again, during the week.
My baby looks like a big boy *sniff* * sniff*
First haircut
Today we gave our son his first haircut. It was hard, it was emotional, it was strange, it was exciting, it was difficult. He didn't mind, we were heartbroken. He looks so different now, turned from a little baby to a child in a matter of minutes.
This was not the first time we tried. Two weeks ago we took him to a hairdresser but our little president refused to sit at his chair. The hairdresser suggested doing my hair before my son's so he would get used to the idea and will not fear it as much. We agreed. Since he didn’t have time at moment, we set an appointment to do it a few days later. The days passed and at the last moment we cancelled, I don't know why - It just didn't feel right.
Today we took a pair of scissors and while my wife occupied him with games and play, I started cutting his hair. I've never cut anyone's hair before in my life. I can actually qualify as the worst barber in the world. But we saw no other choice. The final outcome is well... how would I say, not as bad as I expected, but nothing anyone can be proud of. Later I corrected it a little and he looks pretty cute.
I will have to get used to his new look. It’s probably going to take some time, but I don’t know if I’ll ever stop missing his amazing soft curly hair.
Birthday
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!Today is my son’s birthday.
Two years old today.Gonna have a big party... I'm all out of air, too many balloons, not enough exercise.
Too much work... catch ya later.
I failed the test
I failed the test. I started this place in order to write. I love writing and I want to do it as much as I can, but I don’t seem to find the time or energy to sit down and actually do so. Since I realized that long ago, I thought that at least writing here would be viable, “that shouldn’t be such a big deal” I thought to myself. It turns out I don’t even do that. What a sorry ass of a person am I? There are tons of excuses, I have a lot of work, I stay at work late, after coming home late I try to spend as much time as possible with my son, I try to do my share of the house chores, I try to work on some of my own projects, edit home videos (that I didn’t do for ages) and I’m not talking about having a decent social life.
So here I am trying to promise myself again to sit down and write some. I hate failing myself. Though I knew it was coming, it doesn’t upset me any less.
I will write again soon. No really I will, no promises, but a simple word should be enough, shouldn’t it?
