Off with the locks

The entire family, sans Muffin who doesn't have enough hair to warrant a hair cut, went to the hairdresser's today. Till this point, the twins have had their hair cut by our helper and it has increasingly become a struggle to do so. There have been times that no one is up for the fight and the twins go round with shaggy mops atop their heads. It doesn't help that both children have full heads of hair.

Our last attempt at cutting their hair was a 'surround sound' approach where two pairs of scissors were involved with one of us sitting on each side of the child and snipping away with the television on as distraction. Of course, that led to uneven hair and a couch full of stray hair.

It was at that point that I decided, enough was enough. We were taking them to a real hairdresser.

Enter Uncle Ashley.

I have been going to Ashley since I was 19. When I got married, naturally, he did my hair, my entire bridal party's as well as Packrat's. Friends then were amazed that I didn't do a hair trial for my wedding. My response was this was a man who's cut my hair since I left college and if anyone knows my hair, it's him.

And since I trusted him with my hair on one of the most important occasions of my life, I figured I could trust him with my children's hair. Afterall, it wasn't going to be anything dramatic. A simple snip-snip, layer-layer, snip-snip would suffice.

Both Packrat and I were worried about Evan though. We figured that Jordan would be enthralled by the surroundings. Mirrors, lights, a chair of her own to sit on and the promise of looking pretty after Uncle Ashley was done. Evan, we weren't sure. He is the more edgy and twitchy of the two. Thankfully, the little geek-to-be techie was quite engrossed in playing Angry Birds on my iTouch, buying Uncle Ashley enough time to give his hair a good trim and even layer in a slope on the back.








































Jordan also spent an inordinate amount of time staring at me getting my hair washed and cut. Thankfully, she did not bawl, like my niece did when her mother chopped off her locks last week, when I got my locks lopped off. It was time. My hair had a good run through the pregnancy and the ensuing months. But the post-partum hair dropping has started and that has coincided with Muffin learning to grab a fistful of hair.

Evan thought it was cool that it was windy outside and we could watch the leaves move, as well as the fact that we could see the Singapore Flyer (his favourite thing in the world), the Singapore River, the Reverse Bungee and some river boats. There was also an escalator that took him up 3 floors so he was suitably chuffed.

All in, it was a good outing. In an hour and a half, 2 adults and 2 kids got their hair cut. I don't think I can afford to do this monthly but at least, now I know where I can safely take the twins for a hair cut and not have to subject myself to insipid cartoons and bad styling skills at a premium price.

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