His hair trimming needs had quickly outgrown my abilities. So hair cut, no big deal, right? Wrong!
He actually loved the whole process.
Sitting on my lap getting lots of oohs and ahhs from the salon.
He laughed the whole time.
And the stylist was great, patient and gentle.
It was the after effect of him looking so grown up that hurts my heart. Where's my baby with the fine baby wisps I would sweep over his forehead.
Josh insisted the shorter we went, the fewer times we would have to get it cut- there's my accountant husband for ya!
We won't be getting another cut for a while!
Silly me to thing the sting of the haircut was the saddest thing I would encounter this month.
We dropped the crib last night, and my heart is still in my throat.
In the pull the bandaid off real fast/ shorter the trim the fewer haircuts mentality we dropped it all the way.
I of course begged Josh to redo it and bring it a notch or two higher. I wonder how much longer it will sting every time I lay him down?
I didn't know experiencing the side effects of him growing up would hurt. They joy in him singing, laughing, learning and growing far outweighs the sadness I feel saying goodbye to my sweet baby boy.
On another note, does anyone have tips on how to jimmy rig the crib skirt to work with the mattered on the lowest setting? I also realized last night as I was taking it off that his PBK crib skirt cost more than our king size beds's did!
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