I had an absolutely amazing weekend with our church's teenagers. I'm still processing most of what I saw, heard and felt. But, I can promise you that I will never view worship the same way again. And, I do believe, this weekend I worshiped God more authentically than I ever have before. But, I'd like to delve into this weekend further in another post, after I've had time to process everything.
For now, I'll keep this post hair-raising in a totally different way.
Here in the Beaver house, we've made a lot changes in our hair care lately. Usually, I do all of the hair cutting for Luke and all the children. Occasionally I'll really mess up someone's hair and have to take them to my friend and stylista to have their head fixed. Well, not so long ago I was giving Luke a haircut. I was using our very old, very worn out clippers to trim down his hair before I began using the scissors. As I ran the clippers, with the tallest guard on, over the top of Luke's head I heard and felt a sudden...zzzzurrrrrffft.
"Uh oh," I said as I stepped back and looked at Luke's hair.
"Whatever," he said flippantly as it wasn't the first time I'd said those words and made a shocked face.
"Um. Honey, I'm not kidding this time," I stammered in shock.
"Whatever," Luke continued.
You see, I love it when his hair is longer and his red curls cover the top of his head. So he knows that I wouldn't really buzz his head with the clippers on purpose.
"No baby. I'm totally serious. The clippers caught and, well, I think I'm going to have to use the 2 guard all over your head."
So that's just what I ended up doing. Usually in the summer Luke prefers his hair short so he wasn't nearly as bummed as I was.
(There is a point to this meaningless story, I promise. If your eyes begin to bleed from the mundane just scroll down to the photos, if you desire, and call it a day.)
The next day I planned on cutting Lucas' hair. Instead of him letting me just trim it up, he wanted his hair cut, "just like Daddy's." So, Luke decided HE would cut Lucas' hair. I simply watched, photographed and cringed just a little.
Here's my sweet (almost) 4 year old, wild-haired boy before...
During...
Half way through with a "mo-ed hawks"...
And after with his "Daddy's haircut"...
2/3 of my handsome men!
Then, this weekend Aaron went and stayed with our great friends the Hauts. Beth is, by far, a better haircutter than I am and I asked her oh-so-casually if she's like to cut Aaron's hair since he has about 47 cowlicks on his head and I have no idea what to do with it.
This is crazy-head-magoo's Aaron's hair before...
And, with a much better photographer's skills, here is the after...
And I just love this one of Aaron and Daniel. Only 3 days apart in age, these boys. I sure pray Aaron (and all our children) will always choose friends who come from a family who loves the Lord like the Haut kids do.
Finally, my own personal hair transformation (that I mentioned here). If you're unsure of what my hair looked like before, look at the photos in this post. Before I got it cut, it was pretty long and looked a lot like a certain singer whom I will not mention and only say that he "would do anything for love...except that" and he goes great with mashed potatoes.
At any rate, this photo was taken this weekend, and even though my sunglasses are on my head totally ruining the moment of a great photo post-haircut, you'll get the idea.
Hope y'all have a hair-raising week.
For now, I'll keep this post hair-raising in a totally different way.
Here in the Beaver house, we've made a lot changes in our hair care lately. Usually, I do all of the hair cutting for Luke and all the children. Occasionally I'll really mess up someone's hair and have to take them to my friend and stylista to have their head fixed. Well, not so long ago I was giving Luke a haircut. I was using our very old, very worn out clippers to trim down his hair before I began using the scissors. As I ran the clippers, with the tallest guard on, over the top of Luke's head I heard and felt a sudden...zzzzurrrrrffft.
"Uh oh," I said as I stepped back and looked at Luke's hair.
"Whatever," he said flippantly as it wasn't the first time I'd said those words and made a shocked face.
"Um. Honey, I'm not kidding this time," I stammered in shock.
"Whatever," Luke continued.
You see, I love it when his hair is longer and his red curls cover the top of his head. So he knows that I wouldn't really buzz his head with the clippers on purpose.
"No baby. I'm totally serious. The clippers caught and, well, I think I'm going to have to use the 2 guard all over your head."
So that's just what I ended up doing. Usually in the summer Luke prefers his hair short so he wasn't nearly as bummed as I was.
(There is a point to this meaningless story, I promise. If your eyes begin to bleed from the mundane just scroll down to the photos, if you desire, and call it a day.)
The next day I planned on cutting Lucas' hair. Instead of him letting me just trim it up, he wanted his hair cut, "just like Daddy's." So, Luke decided HE would cut Lucas' hair. I simply watched, photographed and cringed just a little.
Here's my sweet (almost) 4 year old, wild-haired boy before...
During...
Half way through with a "mo-ed hawks"...And after with his "Daddy's haircut"...2/3 of my handsome men!Then, this weekend Aaron went and stayed with our great friends the Hauts. Beth is, by far, a better haircutter than I am and I asked her oh-so-casually if she's like to cut Aaron's hair since he has about 47 cowlicks on his head and I have no idea what to do with it.
This is crazy-head-
And, with a much better photographer's skills, here is the after...And I just love this one of Aaron and Daniel. Only 3 days apart in age, these boys. I sure pray Aaron (and all our children) will always choose friends who come from a family who loves the Lord like the Haut kids do.
Finally, my own personal hair transformation (that I mentioned here). If you're unsure of what my hair looked like before, look at the photos in this post. Before I got it cut, it was pretty long and looked a lot like a certain singer whom I will not mention and only say that he "would do anything for love...except that" and he goes great with mashed potatoes.
At any rate, this photo was taken this weekend, and even though my sunglasses are on my head totally ruining the moment of a great photo post-haircut, you'll get the idea.
Hope y'all have a hair-raising week.