At only 17 months old, Eli has a head of hair that most adults would be envious of. That’s about the only thing he got from me, my hair color (original color that is), texture and thickness. For the longest time I was able to cut his hair, I think we did the first bang trim around 7 months old. But as it grew and got thicker and thicker, we finally had to give in and leave it to the professionals, he was starting to look like a girl after all.

Since his first hair cut, which really made him look like a little boy and not a baby for the first time, I’ve resisted getting the second. I don’t want him to grow up that fast! So I lived in denial. If I brush it just so, it doesn’t look THAT long, and it doesn’t really hang down in front of his eyes THAT much. And I really don’t want him to have the same hair cut as every other little boy out there, I want Eli to be an individual! I know, I know, all silly excuses.

So I finally broke down and took him for his second hair cut, mostly because Grams commented about it. OK, fine, it was time. His “normal” stylist (a.k.a the same woman and friend who does my hair) wasn’t able to fit him in on such short notice, so we took the next available stylist. It was either that or Cost Cutters, and, well, I just couldn’t bring myself to take him there. Even though the cut took a little longer that I expected (30 minutes is a LONG time for a 17 month old to sit still), it thankfully ended just before Eli started on the downward slope to Crabby Pants Town. The cut was a success. I had my little man back! He no longer looked like a homeless kid that had been abandoned by his parents. He looked like the adorable, pug-stomping little boy that he is.

And then it happens. Everyone who sees Eli on a regular basis, feels obligated to comment on how long his hair had gotten. The daycare teachers, Grandpa, the workers at mini care, Grandpa Larry, they suddenly all have something to say about how long his hair had gotten. *sigh* I guess that I need to let go of my little baby and accept that he’s growing up. And even if I don’t get his hair cut, I can’t stop him from turning into a toddler, then a kid, a pre-teen, the dreaded teenager, and so on. But, the good news is that I continue to remain the same age. Strange how that works huh?

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