Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Cutting off Baby's Curls

My baby boy has a head full of curly hair. I'm not talking just a slight wave here, I'm talking thick, curly hair complete with perfect little golden ringlets that graze the back of his neck. The kind of hair that grown women pay big bucks to get. My older son had the same exact type of hair when he was a baby, but now he's grown and his hair is jet black and bone straight. Which brings me to why I don't want to cut off my baby's curls.

I know from experience that once my little guy gets that first real barber shop haircut, he's not going to be a baby anymore. He'll look different. He'll act different. He'll seem older. And I'll miss those adorable curls!

My husband doesn't agree. He tells me to get the kid's hair buzzed. It's a hot July in these here parts, and my hubby is all about being cool and comfortable. He just doesn't understand the ramifications of cutting off our little boy's curls. Okay, the one benefit would be that people would hopefully stop mistaking the kid for a girl. This probably happens a couple of times a week, although I tell myself that it's just because my boy has a pretty face and that the hair has nothing to do with it. But other than the gender confusion, I see no reason for cutting off his lovely locks.

Besides, I did have my son's hair trimmed once. I finally caved in after my husband's repeated groaning on the subject and I took the boy to a local salon for a trim. And I just mean a trim, by a stylist that I trust. I watched like a hawk as the stylist did a little snip here and a little snip there, carefully sweeping the bangs out of his eyes.

"Just don't cut off the curls," I warned her repeatedly, not taking my eyes off of the situation. "We're not ready to lose those curls yet".

"I know, you told me," she said, as she artfully clipped a miniscule strand of hair.

After tipping the stylist handsomely for a job well done, I took my son home and my husband just looked at me incredulously and said, "I thought you took him to get his hair cut".

"I did," I beamed. "Doesn't he look cute?"

"It looks exactly the same as it did before you left," my husband said.

Whatever. My husband just doesn't know good styling when he sees it.

Recently a high school friend of my husband's came over for a visit and he looked at our baby boy and joked that the kid had the same hairdo as my husband did in the 70's. Ha ha ha. Very funny.

Well I digress-- it's hardly a 70's hairdo. Okay, so maybe it is a little bit Peter Framptonesque, but so what? There's only a short window of time before my little guy will be calling all the shots. Until then, I plan to hold onto every last curl as long as I can.

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