I am participating in Flashback Friday again this week - if you would like to participate or visit the host of this awesome weekly event, please go on over to Christopher & Tia. :)
The theme for this week was any photo in black & white. The picture above is Johnny back in October 2009, so only a few months ago. I cropped the photo so as to not have a naked picture of my child on the internet - that is definitely not right. The reason I posted this picture is so you can check out all that hair!!! Trust me, even since October, this kid has grown a ton more hair. It is curly when dry, but when he is in the bath, his hair gets straight and long. We like to have fun with his hair and we totally love to make mohawks and Alfalfa-esque hairdos. :)
We haven't always had a baby with tons of hair. When I was pregnant, I hoped that I would have a baby with tons of wild hair that I could make into a mohawk and kiss his little fuzzy head. That isn't exactly what I got. When he was first born, he did have hair (not a lot, but some) but then it fell out. There was also an incident with my mom and a cradle cap brush on the front part of his hair and then an incidental loss of hair in that exact same spot the next day so that he looked like a middle-aged man with a receding hairline. My mom will claim that this isn't so, but whatever. It's my story, and I'm sticking to it! Up until he was almost a year and a half old, he had pretty much a very light dusting of hair on his head, except for a thin little line that looked like a mohawk down the center of his head. People would ask me if I cut his hair that way - to which I would respond, "nope, God has a sense of humor". Because of course, He does. How else can you explain giving a pitiful little mohawk that you can't do anything with it to a child of a mother that prayed for mohawk-worthy hair when she was pregnant?! You can't.
(No photos on this computer; resorting to Facebook albums - best I could find of mohawk)
At around one and a half years, Johnny started to grow lots of hair and the longer it got, the curlier it got. Now it is just a big wild mane that is a pain in the butt to rid of shampoo. Johnny is a curl-twirler too and derives immense comfort from twirling his little locks when he is tired or upset. That comfort, combined with our deep love of his curls, is the reason we have yet to give him his first haircut. He is now two and a half, and his hair has a life of its own. We know we should get it cut and we know that time is drawing near, but we stubbornly want it to stay cute and curly forever. But alas, his hair has decided it is going to continue growing (why exactly it has decided to be difficult is beyond me), which means it gets longer and less curly as time goes on. I had curls when I was his age too and then my hair went straight after being cut, so I'm pretty confident that after we cut his hair, he'll have straight hair too. He won't look like my baby anymore; he'll look like a big boy. I'm just not sure I'm ready for that yet. Johnny's curls are the inspiration for the name of my blog too - what will be the point of that name after we cut his darling little curls off?
How exactly is one supposed to get the courage to start snipping away at the baby hair? I honestly need some answers, because I'm quite tempted to let him have long hair and be a hippie child forever. Which really wouldn't bother me, but I'm sure that certain family members of mine (ahem, my brother) will end up shaving my child's head in his sleep unbeknownst to me. Well, until the next morning, which would be swiftly followed with a good tongue-lashing on said brother. But, I digress. Any mommys out there have any advice?
1 comment:
Both of my kids were born with a lot of hair. Charlie had wayyyy more than Eleanore, and somehow, his never fell out? Eleanore lost all of hers, and looked like an old man when she was 4 months old. I thought it was never going to grow back. Clearly, it did though. Her hair grew in thick and fast. The only reason I got the courage to cut it, was because I just could NOT handle it anymore. I wasn't brushing it every day. Bath time became harder and harder, because of the shampooing and then the brushing sessions that took place afterwards. Knots and tangles, tears and tantrums... it just wasn't worth it. And, if I didn't put it up, her hair would get into her food, and when she bent over to pull up her panties after using the potty... her hair would get into the toilet. THAT WAS IT. If I couldn't handle it all now, how in the heck am I going to handle it when there is another baby? It was time to let it go. Shes not a baby anymore. One day I sat her down, grabbed the scissors, and I cut it ALL off. There was regret afterwards, because I hardly recognized her. It took daaaays to get used to. But now, her short hair is just a much a part of her personality as her long hair was. I do look back on pictures and get a little soft hearted, but really, its just so much easier to handle now.
And I LOVE your picture. Bath time hair styles are so much fun, hee hee.
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