For the last few weeks, hubby kept giving me little hints.
‘ I think his hair is getting a tad too long, he needs a haircut’. (hubby)
‘Yes, yes of course I’m on it. I’ll definitely give him one this weekend’. (me).
Then I let a few weekends slide by hoping hubby won’t notice bub’s hair which joy! is growing out over his little ears…so sweet! (I love tucking his hair behind his little ears).
Actually, cutting bub’s hair was hubby’s responsibility but after his first successful attempt at chopping off gobs of bub’s hair which I picked up off the floor morosely, I forbade him to touch bub’s hair again.
There are a number of reasons why I love bub’s hair and dread the scissors every time it grows longer:
- He looks so cute with all that hair, absolutely melts my heart each time I comb it (here hubby reminds me that I have given birth to a little boy not a little girl and boys aren’t supposed to have long hair - I ignore such comments made at least once a month. I told him no one cared how long our baby’s hair is, he begged to differ).
- There is a baldness gene on one side of the family (I won’t say which) but this strikes a primal fear in my heart each time a haircut or full head shave is mentioned (my family back home in Kenya is exceedingly keen on full head shaves. They believe it helps the hair grow back faster, I know for a fact that this is a myth).
- He looks more like a baby with the long hair, once the hair is gone I can see a little boy emerge who is growing up really fast…sob!
I think the above are valid reasons – absolutely, to put off that haircut for as long as possible!
Anyhow, this month I finally lost the battle and hubby brought out the scissors. I actually closed my eyes in pain at one point, seeing all that lovely baby hair on the floor. 10 minutes late, my baby was gone and in his place sat a chubby toddler trying to suck his fingers through all the hair that had fallen on his fingers..
I hate hair cuts…