Times have definitely changed in just a year. Little man is officially a fifteen-month old boy. I find myself accidentally telling people he is two. I just can't believe that my giant of a toddler is still considered a baby at his age. He's over three feet tall and over thirty pounds already. We are due for another check up, but with our move across the country, there is still some setting up to do.
Regretfully, we just had his hair cut last week. I find myself missing his adorable long, baby curls. It took me about a month to get used to the idea of cutting Brady's hair. I'd roll down the windows to let the breeze flow in our truck and the poor little guy had his bangs flying in his eyes. I just couldn't punish him for my fears of "losing" my baby. So we found the cutest barbershop for kids and scheduled an appointment. It seemed like the very day he was scheduled to go in, his hair cooperated. This is a typical event for me whenever I plan to do something drastic to my hair. Just seems natural it would be hereditary. Bman just had the curliest, blond-streaked, perfectly tousled hair I wish I had (the remorse is dripping off my words). He looked like a surfer dude.
Reluctantly, I held my resolve and met Kyle to get the deed done. Surprisingly, there were no tears. Not even from me. The barber bagged his locks and attached them to a certificate with a picture for us. I think the souvenir was more for me than for the young client. Sometimes I think he looks like one of the characters from the movie, "Dumb & Dumber", when his bangs form a straight line across his forehead. I guess it's partially my fault because I couldn't commit to crew cut like his dad's. Apparently, a lot of moms have trouble completely going for it with the first cut. I asked for a "longer" short style. When we comb it fresh from the bath it does look great, I have to admit.
It's amazing how the simple act of cutting Brady's luscious baby ringlets would make him look so much older. I try not to, but I find myself expecting more out of him. Strangely enough, he has been doing more. It is probably pure coincidence, but he's saying more words like "Daddy, Monkey, Doggy, Ice". To his own demise, he's climbing the stairs (and tables) with confidence. It's probably the appropriate age to start exploring and become more independent. Just worked out it was perfect timing with the transitional haircut.
Brady does tug on his hair from time-to-time. I wonder if he knows he's different too. I think he wants to grow up and be a "big boy". I'm okay with him growing up. I want him to be a thriving person in society. I just want him to do it at a steadier pace. At his rate, he will be reciting the Declaration of Independence and Pythagorean Theorem by age two. Maybe I will be okay with his accelerated growth if he grows his curls back...
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