Taking a break from my rant on humidity and heavy legs, this week marks two major milestones for E. Friday is E’s 1st birthday!!!! Can you believe it? I can’t. The time has absolutely flown by since we stepped off the plane in Oregon. Long gone is the 4-month-old we brought home. Standing before me now is a toddler. A toddler who seems to be growing by leaps and bounds daily.
But this post isn’t about E’s approaching birthday. It’s about his hair. Specifically, the mullet he has been rocking here lately. E’s body isn’t the only thing growing like crazy. His hair (with the exception of the top of his head) has been growing like a weed. And while I was trying to put off E’s first haircut until the top of his head caught up, I caved when I realized he was starting to look a little red neck.
Now, E is a very busy little guy. He does not like sitting still for anything except food. So you can imagine how nervous I was about taking him to the barber shop and having him throw a complete fit because, heaven forbid, I needed him to sit still for 5 minutes. Thankfully, my friend came to the rescue. She runs her own shop out of her home and volunteered to take on the squirmy challenge of cutting E’s locks. So after we wiggled (and fussed) our way thru mass on Sunday, I dropped the Hubs off at home and ran E over to my friend’s house before the morning pre-nap meltdown hit.
We were a little confused about what was going on. I’m sure I would have been confused to if there was a woman standing behind me wielding a pair of scissors. Thankfully, Barber Smurf eventually distracted him.
I need to work on my self-portrait skills. Or have someone else take my picture with E. As the one wielding the camera in the family, there are tons of pics of E and E with someone else. One of these days, E is going to look at his baby pictures and wonder where his mom was. Well here you go, kiddo. Maybe next time I will actually look up…..
And yes, I did change clothes after mass. While I do seem to wear only running clothes (ask my boss), I did not wear tempo shorts and a dry fit shirt to church. I do have some standards.
So milestone no. ??? is complete. E has a fresh “do” for his birthday – complete with layers. And mom survived watching her son’s curls fall to the floor (yes, I did keep some). On to figuring out how to make an Elmo birthday cake! This should be good…..