Oh hai!
How ya been?
It’s been like a month since I have posted anything here.
And it’s been stressing me out.
I sit around at night thinking about what to write.
My adolescent struggle with wanting to be a male teen heartthrob?
Oh right, been there, done that.
Oh! I know! I know!
I’mma tell you guys all about the time I was hopped up on roids!
In other news, fuck I already have!
So, in the interest of not driving myself crazy, I am going to stop thinking so much about what to write and just sit down and write what comes out.
Allllllllrighty then! Let’s catch up!
Luca got his first haircut last week. He’s had a trim at my salon before, but never the real deal.
I called my husband from the car after we were done and was all, “Hey! Oh my god, babe! It looks soooooooo cute! She did an awesome job!”
And then?
It dried.
And I stared at him.
I flipped his hair this way. I flipped his hair that way.
I ruffled it to the left. And I ruffled it to the right.
Le bad, you guys.
The hubs came home from work excited to see Luca’s new look.
I took a picture of him the moment he set eyes on the boy.
So, naturally, I got all defensive and turned the whole thing into my husband’s fault.
Me: Whatever! It’s fine. He’s 2. Whatever.
Hubs: * confused face *
He took a picture of my rant.
We didn’t talk about it again for a few days.
Then, a couple of nights ago after we put Luca down, we were hanging out and drinking some wine (shocker).
Me: It’s fucking horrible right?
Hubs: * Blinks *
Me: HEY! Listen to me! It’s fucking horrible right?
Hubs: What’s horrible?
Me: UGHHHHHHHH. Luca’s haircut!! Pay attention!!
Hubs: Ohhhhh yeah, its pretty bad, babe.
Soooooo, long story short, the kiddie hairstylist turned my kiddie into Milla Jovovich as Joan of Arc.
"I'm just the messenger."
And that’s all I have to say about that.
**Update: Due to the two people’s overwhelming cries of “What?! He looks so cute!” Here is Luca as Milla as Joan from another angle.
And yes, he does look cute. Always.
But…
Focus. On. The. Hair.
