The Boogedy is almost 18 months old. I’ve had to cut his bangs many times to keep them out of his eyes, but I’ve never been able to cut the curls. Finally, in the heat of the summer (and due to his latest trick of smearing food in his hair when angry), I gave him his first haircut. I looked up how to cut a kid’s hair, decided that he’s not old enough to do that, and put him to bed and waited until he was out cold.
I turned him from side to side, trying to get it all even. Then I went downstairs and told Zach “I cut his hair.” Zach flipped out just a little, saying “you probably butchered it”, “I bet it looks like you used a bowl”, and “We never agreed that it was time to cut his hair!!”
I tossed and turned all night, hoping that I hadn’t made a horrible mistake and turned our beautiful baby into a doofus. When I awoke the next morning, I was looking at the cutest “big boy” on the planet.
So grown up! I told him I’m expecting complete sentences any day now.
I saved most of the locks. What I’ll do with the hair, I do not know. Put it in an acid-free envelope and file it after “umbilical cord stump” probably.