I’m not a fan of kiddie haircut places. I especially don’t care for the way they seem to butcher little boys hair. Instead, we take the burden/responsibility upon ourselves, which could mean sheer and utter tragedy or a great success. Luckily, this time it was the latter. This is how we do it around here: Strip toddler down to diaper, set up laptop/dvd for distraction/entertainment, and go to town with the hair clippers…. (much easier now in our big backyard I must say!)
So short, but super cute. I can’t tell if it makes him look older or younger.
All of these things were not in my regular vocabulary until lately. Especially when it comes to wardrobe choices. For my son, specifically, and even to some extent for me. So I’ve embraced my girly side since finding out we’re having a daughter, and realized this baby needs some baby girl accessories. Here are the results of my little DIY project.
Headbands. Flowers. Bows.
Some of my favorites…
The last one still needs to be attached to a piece of skinny elastic, but has a temporary home on that cute little pink hat. Oh for the love of all things frilly and pink. I’ve even found myself buying more girly things for myself lately. Then, I thought, “Uh-Oh. Am I digging myself a frilly, pink grave that I won’t ever be able to get out of?”
I didn’t have a particularly frilly upbringing. Yes there were bows, frills, and the occasional pink party dress…. but by and large my mom and dad didn’t push the pretty pretty princess mantra on me. There have been a few articles lately talking about the ways in which we tend to treat and respond to little girls. Has anyone else read How to Talk To Little Girls? So while yes, my daughter will have her share of pink and flowers and bows, I couldn’t agree more with the author, Lisa Bloom, and I should probably read her entire book, Think: Straight Talk for Women to Stay Smart in a Dumbed-Down World. It might be one for late night nursing! Anyway, back to my parents. They acknowledged and valued my girly interests as well as my intellect in a healthy balance. I’m so thankful for who they raised me to be, and they can definitely take the credit for how I turned out. Well, if they want to, I guess… I know you’re reading mom! xoxo for being my biggest fan.
>Alright, so my son doesn’t really have two identities. But not many people have been lucky enough to bear witness to his just-out-of-the-bath hairdo. This kiddo has some crazy cowlicks and hair on top that seems a mile long. It’s like a baby mohawk with a little side swoop. Without any coercing it usually looks something like this:
Or this (plus quite the attitue to go with):
However, most of our friends and family see him once his hair has settled into the normal little boy look… this picture was actually pre-bath today. A little sweat and grease keeps his coiff in place, right?