Ivan's hair was getting rather long. Even though it pained me, his long golden bangs were falling in his eyes. It was time for a haircut.
On Wednesday, Andy stayed home with Ivan because they were both sick. (They actually went to the doctor's but that's a different post). He took him to a real barber to get his hair cut.
The barber did a good job. He was very fast and skilled with scissors (as one would expect) even though Andy had to keep Ivan on his lap and he was crying during the entire event.
The haircut is nice. Nice and short. A real boy haircut. His hair is also a bit darker now. It's still blond, but those golden locks are gone.
The haircut really made Ivan into a little boy. I'm missing my baby with longer-ish hair.
The haircut and Ivan's recent leap in talking and babbling have really turned him into a boy.
I was away from the house for about 24 hours to visit a friend. And when I returned home today (although I last saw Ivan yesterday afternoon), I felt that he made so much progress in talking and pronounciation it really shocked me.
Where did my baby go? Now I have a boy. :-)
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Midnight ramblings of a working mom of two kids.
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