Daily I look at this crazy mess and think to myself, that boy needs a hair cut! I know once he has it, he will start to look like the little boy he is, not the toddler he was.
And we'll all say how grown up he looks! And I will be reflecting on how fast the baby years went with him and how exciting this new phase is but how I feel a little sad those other days are gone.
But he does not like the idea of a hair cut at all. Despite watching the whole family get theirs done he has no desire to join in. He hates me touching, brushing, shampooing or even talking about his hair (and he has the cradle cap to prove it). Nooooooo! You stop it! he says.
And there are moments when I love his tender locks. When he has woken from a sweaty afternoon nap and those thin little curls are stuck to his head, or when he's fresh out of the shower and it's all sticky uppy all over the place and we call him the mad professor. So really, what's the hurry?
Push me pull you.