Sunday, July 22, 2012
I can hardly believe he's had his baby haircut? What the hell was I thinking? I miss the wispy.. I miss the sheer blondness.. I breastfeed him and I feel like I'm letting a 4yr old latch on!
I asked the hairdresser if she could cut it like Dane Swan? Ummmm no...Was the surprised response.. Apparently taking clippers to a not quite 2 year old is a place a hairdresser won't go.. I didn't wan't him to have tattoo sleeves or anything - just the cool 50's style do all the footy players seem to be sporting?
Alas it was just the scissors this time. He was very brave and sat mostly still. My girlfriend actually squealed when she first saw him sans baby hair. I am still getting used to it. But we have attempted wax? With mixed results really. I am so used to ribbons, braids and ponytails!
All this growing up crap has made me nostalgic for his newborn days...I recalled today putting him in his capsule for the first time - leaving hospital. All the girls were fussing over his sweet little form.. Glee's "Don't Stop Believin" ( or Gracie's song as Milla used to call it) was playing in the car.. I was happy, sore and content..A beautiful time.. But I was only nostalgic mind..I don't have any desire to be back there.. The remembering is the sweetest and saddest thing - both combined..
Off to make muffins for school luncboxes and then chicken pizza for tea..
Hope your Sunday is good.. A bit nostalgic maybe? Or just plain relaxed..
Please leave me some comments to reaasure me that he looks cute with no bloody hair!