I think I'm ready to talk about it.

With heavy heart I post my sad story of one bored father and his two innocent victims, my sons. One week ago today, I went to my usual Relief Society presidency meeting and left Jace in charge of supervising and bathing all of his children. I know he is crippled right now but I thought for sure he could handle it, seeing as how Macy usually ends up doing all the supervising of her brothers and father. What I came home to, my brain just could not comprehend or compute. Jace's hair - gone. Noah's beautiful hair - a lot shorter than when I left. Ezra's hair - completely gone. My heart and stomach were sick. My tears and tantrum followed soon after.

Jace has done this before to Noah when he was 18 months old. I cried for 3 days. Noah was born with a taupe of beautiful, thick, black hair. It was devastating then and devastating now. But not near as devastating as looking at my Ezra's bald head. I know Noah's will grow back - Fast. Ezra on the other hand has always had hair but it has been fine, straight, thin hair. It was never much to look at, I thought, until I saw him without it. Boy, I have been missing it. I have decided that there is a reason Heavenly Father has blessed all my children with a head of hair at birth and beyond.....none of them have been blessed with small round heads.

For the 1st couple days after I was threatening to shave my head too, so Ezra and I could hide at home until it grew back. I also had a hard time looking at my poor boy. I would find myself talking to his chest. Crazy? Yea. Time to fill that prescription of Zoloft that's been sitting in my junk drawer? Maybe. But maybe I have some sort of insecurity about hair. My hair and the hair of my offspring. As 1 of 6 girls, I was "blessed," "cursed," whatever with curly, kinky, frizzy, flat, whatever hair. I watched my sisters get their straight, nice hair cut and wondered why I never got a hair cut. FYI: My 1st hair cut was at age 8 and only because my Mother accidentally vacuumed up my hair while I was attempting a head stand. My hair just didn't grow. I would see other girls on the school bus at the end of the day with pony tails still nicely in place and wonder what in the world was wrong with mine. Most of my hair would be no longer nicely in place. I'm still coming to terms with my hair at the age of 26. I try carefully to watch what I say about my hair in front of my Macy. She has inherited my hair or my "curse." Her hair is adorable and I hope that she comes to terms with it sooner in life than what I did. But as I mentioned on my blog before, she already wishes for, talks about, and notices everyone else's "princess" hair. Oh, my heart goes out to the girl.

As for my Ezra, his new du is growing on me. I'm able to look at his head now when we meet and speak. As for my Jace, I'm speaking to him now too. The hair clippers were removed from the house and disposed of. Jace no longer has rights to cut, shave, comb, trim, ect. any hair in the Baum household. He never did have those rights. You have to give birth to earn those rights. The Moral?.....Life will go on. Ezra's hair will grow back. I will have a good hair day this week. Jace will probably make another irrational decision this week (his words, not mine) and I will forgive him, love him, and move on......again.....but not until I remind him of how Ezra's 1st hair cut broke my heart.