He's still my baby.

Eric and I took Jackson for his first haircut today. I hated to do it, but the poor kid was being poked in the eyeballs with the ends of his bangs unless we swept his bangs to the side which would stay put for all of 9 seconds.



My kiddo has a little mound of curls smack dab on the back of his head and I just can't bear to part with them so when the 'stylist' asked if I wanted to cut the curls off I think I may have yelled a little too loudly when I told her absolutely not. I may have also given her the evil eye for even suggesting that we rid my precious baby of his curls.




He did excellent and sat still for the most part. Which is more than I can say for the neighboring kid who was about the same age and getting his hair cut for the first time, too. Even watching Dora The Explorer on the tv wouldn't calm that kid down. My kid, though? Mesmerized by the tv. He's going to grow up to be a well rounded DVR-using adult. He's making me proud.

Did you guys know that now when you take your kid to get his/her first haircut that some places try to sell you baby hair gel? I wish I was kidding. Here's my thought, I love my kid and I want him to have fabulous hair just like the next kid but he still picks his nose and eats it. So, yea, I have no intention of buying $10 baby hair gel.

My baby is growing up so so fast. It's sad and exciting and nerve-wracking and lovely all rolled into one. You did good, baby. Momma loves you.