Bye-Bye Baby

I don't know what I was thinking. As if I didn't have enough emotional trauma to deal with this week, with my Mom turning 6-0, the denied mortgage, and my baby brother getting married. I may no longer be of sound mind.

It's gone...every last strand of Ian's baby hair is gone. I broke out the clippers last night, and buzzed his head. And then I bawled and bawled, and put him to bed so I wouldn't have to see the strange child he had become.

Every time one of our boys gets to about the year-and-a-half point, Eli starts commenting on how bad they need hair cuts. I usually protest and hold off another few months. Their fluffy, blow-away hair is one of the last signs of babyhood, and once cut, is never ever the same again. Grown back out it's not as soft and just doesn't look right. The first hair cut is their initiation into little boyhood. I already have three of those. I want my baby back.

The plan (if it can be called that) was to take the sides and back down a little so he had a nice handsome 'do for the wedding. He was a bit shaggy, and had never formed the sweet baby curls that Aidan and Liam had. Well, that whole idea backfired on me when I shaved a crooked line through my tears. My options were down to 1) buzz it all and save face or 2) do a bowl cut. Sigh.

I saved as many of the wispy blond locks as I could. Ian sat on the stool in the bathtub giggling with glee. The clippers probably tickled his bald noggin...and he was tickled, since he never has been a fan of his hair. It has always seemed to irritate him...he would sit there so many times just pulling at it.

Yes, I know he's still irresistibly adorable... in a very big boyish kind of way!