We took Sawyer to get his first haircut this weekend.
I was basically bald until I was two, so I’m not surprised we were able to hold out this long.
But I am surprised at what a difference just a few snips can make.
When I was a baby, my mom put together a book detailing a few of my milestones. Sure, over the years the content got thinner and more spaced out, but I still loved going back to the early days and reading what I was like (a hellion, as evidence suggests!). I also remember being a little grossed out by the lock of hair she so carefully TAPED into the book.
Why would she keep this?, I thought. I hate finding random pieces of my hair now, why on earth would she want a lock of it for safe keeping. Gross.
Is now the point where I should mention that I too, have a lock of Bean’s hair? Set aside in a little mesh bag? You couldn’t get me to part with that thing if I were threatened by a blazing fire.
That hair, snipped from the back of his neck, is in the end — just hair. But its absence now marks the start of a new beginning — our little floppy haired baby is now a little boy — complete with a big boy hair cut.
When we first got home, I was SO sad. I looked at him and missed his floppy curls. He looked so grown up! Who was this little man?
But we’re onto the next chapter — just next month Sawyer will be turning TWO.
Must. Remember. To. Breathe.
I’m still not sure what happened to my baby, but this new little man is pretty awesome. I think I’ll keep him
By the way, for those with kids in the Cleveland area — Cuts and Curls was incredible. They had cars to sit in, Elmo to watch and very patient, oh so sweet hair stylists. AND they put aside my precious lock (in a mini tulle bag, no less). We will be going back.