Big Kid got his hair cut the other day. He decided to go short and spiky, so that shiny, shaggy hair is all gone. He looks adorable of course and loves his "spikes", but I mourn each hair cut regardless of the outcome--I'm attached to that hair that I'm always running my fingers through. I momentarily considered swooping down to the barber floor for a handful to shove into my pocket as a keepsake, even though he is six and has had many haircuts. I knew I'd look a little crazy but I'm entitled to that as a mother. Then the barber stepped on the hair mountain and shoved it aside with his feet, so I didn't go through with it. We left a shiny golden pile behind. I'll get you some pictures when he comes home from school, he'll be proud to show it off.
Now little kid has hair envy and wants "sharp" hair like his brother's. I agree that it's probably time for the first haircut since we're nearing 3.5 years old, but I don't know if I can let him go short and spiky. He still has that super silky, platinum blond baby hair and I know it will begin to turn to little boy hair once it is cut close. I showed him a sweet, traditional side-swept little boy cut and he was pretty disgusted at the thought. He wants to use gel like Big Kid does. He wants clippers to tickle him on the neck. I want silky baby hair. We're in negotiations about it now.
My throat still hurts and it is cold (well, 40s and sunny which I know sounds good to some of you, but remember that I've never even seen snow so it's all relative and I am very cold). Other than the sore throat, I've been pretty productive so far this year. Well, yesterday I was--so maybe it's too soon to tell. Pretty sure I'll be kicking this year's ass though. 2010 will be my bitch.