All my "babies" are growing up and there is no way to slow it down. But as September was sneaking up on us the lingering thought that the little one was going to be 2. I couldn't believe it. He is going to be TWO... and I am not pregnant! Oh how jealous spurs from my pores at times when I see a pregnant woman or two. There was little left of "baby" in Jack. His feet not longer smell sweet- they actually smell like.. boy- eww yuck. He doesn't have the chunk anymore between his thighs, no more breast feeding, bottles, sleeping in my arms, or sitting still. Now it's a game of how fast he can rip his diaper off, telling me no, biting anyone that walks by, jumping off things (the higher the better for him), bumps,bruises and did I mention the "no" part. His teething necklace he had has been broken for a while but the LAST thing I had left of him as a "baby" was his beautiful soft curls. But... Septmeber was creeping up and I knew we eventually had to cut it- poor thing was having troubles seeing!
Then it happened.. that time when hubby looks at you and tells you it's time. For a moment I got giddy then the panic attack swooped over me. This was my "baby" and I was just giving hubby permission to cut if off. I freaked a little and I believe my voice went up 2 octive levels as I said over and over again to make sure he saves some curls. I know it's kind of silly. I mean out of the 5 kids I have never once gone back to that envelop of hair from my kids first haircut. It's not like you can run it through your fingers anymore.
This time though.. I am a photographer, so I documented the crap out of his first haircut. What a sad sad day!
Silly me thought hubby was just going to give him a shaggy boy haircut. I mean I saw him grab the clippers- I just didn't expect DRAMA.
He plugged it in, sat my little dude down and turned on the clippers. Jack sat very still as hubby took that first pass of a buzz cut. I think at that moment I vomited in my mouth, tears came to my eyes and I wanted him to stop. Yes, he would have had a run-way hair do, but at least I would still have {some} curls. But it was too late. I sat and watched how lovely blonde pieces fell to the ground. Oh- how those will never come back. Oh, how I will never be able to hold my very own baby again and watch beautiful curls grow. Damn it- why did I get my tubes tied. Oh yea... 5 kids- that's why!
Little Jack sat perfectly the whole time and after he was finished- it was hard to see the little Jack we knew. He now looked.. .older. *gulp* older... that was hard to swallow. Where was my little baby??
The past few days I still sit and look at him.. trying to remember that long haired hippy kid of mine. In between his moments of jumping off furniture and telling me no, he will surprise me with big hugs and sweet boogery kisses. This little boy he has grown up to be has been a sweet adventure.
Now- grow back your curls!
