It's only hair...

I know in fact, that a hair cut does not change your baby in anything more than appearance. I know that he is still only 10 months old and the toddler years are still a little ways away, but still, today was very traumatic for this mama. It all started with this....

A very shaggy haired little boy. Judah was born with a full head of hair, and two very adorable cowlicks on the front of his head. He has crazy hair, and recently it started to get a little out of control. Isaac said we should "trim it up a bit" so he didn't look so much like a fraggle.
I gave in and told Isaac he could trim it a little bit. Everything started out fine and Judah was doing pretty well while Isaac started with the scissors.

It didn't take long for Judah to decide that he did not want his hair cut, and promptly began squirming and fussing, in turn causing his daddy to cut a little more than planned. Out came the clippers....

And this was the end result....

After the tears were dried (and Judah was comforted), he is liking his new do. Mama on the other hand is still sad that he looks like such a big boy. With all the scooting he has recently been doing, it seems like my baby won't be a baby much longer. After seeing how quickly time passed when I had the twins, I was determined to enjoy it all more and savor every moment of Judah's babyhood. Why does it seem to be slipping through my fingers?

Not Me Monday

MckMama is back with a healthy baby and Not Me Monday, so I thought I would celebrate with my own Not Me post!

I did not subject my kids to another weekend of hours upon hours in the car when we had just recently drove to Iowa a few weeks ago. My kids did not spend the majority of their time in the car whining and asking to go potty, and I of course did not ignore them and then have to pay for it later when Gavin had not one but two accidents. I always listen to my kids and never tune them out, so that certainly did not happen.

My husband did not ask me if I needed to go potty when we stopped to get gas. He of course remembers that we are adults and do not use words like potty when speaking to each other.

I always make sure my kids are well dressed, clean, and presentable, so they did not look like this when traveling...


and that is not chocolate on Evalyn's mouth that of course was not a bribe for her cooperation.

I did not do something so stupid as to change Judah's formula while we were on a trip of all things, he did not get constipated as a result, and I did not have to, ahem, assist him with pooping at Cracker Barrel while an old women stood next to me washing her hands and making comments. That would just be ignorant and embarrassing, and definitely something I would not do.