I looked everywhere. I couldn’t find the picture of IGOR that I needed and KNOW is out there somewhere. You know? The one with the BANGS. So, I went out and got Rascal the IGOR haircut so I could take a picture of it for the blog and show you all THE IGOR….

I’m KIDDING, of course. That would be REALLY cruel of me – exploiting my kid like that for the sake of The Blog. I worry about that sometimes. I thought about quitting this blog because I didn’t want to even-a-little-bit-maybe “exploit” my kids. (CHILL OUT, CHEATY – I know…, am SO INTENSE). But, then, whenever I tell people that I worry that there may be a stitch of exploitation involved in “mommy blogging,” everyone’s like “WHA?” So, I talked to the Rabbi at Erna’s wedding in Bermuda. I figured she’d know. She told me I’d better keep on blogging and that I was in no way exploiting my kids. And so I quit. For three weeks. Sort of.

You know I have anxiety issues, right? RIGHT?

Anyway. When we went to the hairdresser’s this afternoon to get Rascal a MUCH-NEEDED haircut, we did NOT ask for this….

Which is actually not The Igor (as I’ve learned in doing this research) but the Jim-Carrey-Dumb-and-Dumber haircut….

I did NOT go to the hairdresser (and YOU KNOW THE ONE, Toronto Moms and Dads…) with THIS in my pocket….

Or, this – not Igor, it turns out, but THE MONSTER in Frankenstein himself – which rang especially true at around 4pm this afternoon, when Rascal was little cranky post nap….

But, that’s the haircut we got. Alas. And when I got home, would you believe I had to cut a stray lock so that it would be IN LINE with the rest of the bangs…. Sigh….

Gorgeouses, look who’s missed you….

He’s been waiting for you to come home for the past 3 weeks (sort of)….

Welcome back!

Love!
xo Haley-O

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