What's the Buzz, Tell Me What's Happening?

On Sunday Joy was still getting used to the new "buzz". (As were we all.) She stopped attempting to pull almost immediately, and started occasionally doing what I like to do with it... rub her hands all over it. Not ideal at meals, but hey, clean-up is a breeze!

I also like to kiss that darling fuzzy head. Awwww.

I think the new cut makes you focus more on her gorgeous features. Like the long eye-lashes, and the glorious smile.

We also noticed that the cut makes her look startlingly like a certain little boy in old home videos from Chicago in the 1960s. Except it's not so much JoyDad. It's his older brother, Uncle Marathon. I'll have the family weigh in on this at Easter time, see if they see what JoyDad and I see. Meanwhile, let me assure you all, there has been NO wife-swapping going on!!

It was interesting taking Joy to church all shorn on Sunday evening. We had her dressed in a gender-neutral orange long-sleeved T-shirt, and from behind she was easy to confuse with another little blond guy in her Sunday school class, though his "buzz" is not currently so extreme!

Little-blond-guy's dad advised me that if we were going to maintain this hairstyle, the best bet for a sturdy effective trimmer would be to go to Farm & Fleet and get one from the animals section. The one their family uses is marketed for dogs. He said this tip came from a hairstylist who said the animal-coat trimmers are made by the same manufacturers as the salon trimmers for humans, but sold for a fraction of the cost. Who knew?

I was also reminded at the Sunday service that there are at least two adult women in the congregation who are currently sporting buzzcuts. Joy is in stunning company there as well.

Finally, I'll leave you with this poem that was printed on the bulletin and used in the service. It's called Walking Blessing, and reminds me of blogfriends who have been walking for a cause, like jesswilson and rhemashope. It also resonates for the journey as a parent walking with a spectrum (rainbow) child. Here 'tis:

Walking Blessing
by Jan L. Richardson

That each step may be a shedding
That you will let yourself become lost
That when it looks like you're going backwards
you may be making progress
That progress is not the goal anyway
but presence to the feel of the path on your skin,
to the way it reshapes you, in each place it makes contact
to the way you cannot see it
until the moment you have stepped out.


Peace.