His hair was dark, dark brown just like mine was when I was born. We attribute this to the Spanish blood on my Dad's side (my great-grandmother was from Spain.) It grew in a perfect little mohawk for the first 4 or so months until it grew so long that it just plain flopped over. And that's when the CURLS started. Little boy had a perfect head of cupid curls that would sproing up as they dried after bathtime. "What I would give for curls like that." I heard this statement countless times.
And as he got older his hair got blonder, finally settling into a beautiful golden blond mop that just got longer and longer. It became increasingly common to hear "What a little cutie!! What's HER name?" Um, her name is Jack, thankyouverymuch.
There were comments from family that ranged from "That kid needs a buzz cut!" to "Don't you DARE cut that precious boy's beautiful hair!"
And we weren't planning to. But...well...this kid's hair grows like kudzu. I can't fit a hoodie over his head and I cringe when he runs his yogurt through his gorgeous blond locks, knowing if I don't get to it fast I'm going to have a big tangled MESS on my hands.
So it was cutting time. One YouTube video, one pair of sharp scissors, two pacifiers, and the remote control and we were in business! He sat really still through it all and I have to say, he's just as adorable as ever!! I saved several locks to give to interested parties, but hesitated throwing the rest in the trash. It just felt plain wrong to send Jack's beautiful blond hair to a landfill. SO...one Google search later to confirm that I could and IN to the composter it went!
This is just one more reminder that our baby is on his way to becoming a kid.
