Take it Off, Take it Off...

My baby got his first real hair cut last night, and I cried, like a baby. It's weird that I was the opposite with my first. I wanted her to do everything early. I was so excited to watch her grow and learn and couldn't wait for new things. It's probably a mixture of two things that make things different with Hayden. I'm sure part of it is some psychological thing with him being a boy. Don't get me wrong, I love Tyler like crazy. She's wild, spunky, independent, smart and hilarious. Her and I have a special bond but there seems to be something different between a mothers bond with her daughter and the bond with her son. He's my little baby. I don't believe that feeling will go away for a long time, well past the age of him being a baby. The second contributor is the fact that he could be our last. We haven't decided yet if we want to have anymore children and that makes me not want him to grow up so quickly. At this stage in Tyler's life, she was full blown walking and she understood so much. Hayden is very different but I'm OK with that.

Here are the before, during and after pictures of Hayden's hair cut. He actually did pretty well even when they turned on the clippers. Mommy cried more than he did. He actually didn't cry at all but he was very squirmy, that's for sure.