Living Arrows: a little moment of the week to pause, savour and treasure
With Elma looking increasingly like the Dulux puppy, this week was, once again, haircut week. It’s amazing how fast that little girl’s fringe can grow, especially given that we initially cut her hair because it was growing so very very slowly. But Elma, adorable though she looks with a fresh new haircut, is not the reason for this post. No, this week we hit another of Pip’s milestones, a milestone that has arrived much much earlier than it did for his sisters.
It’s true, my baby has had his first haircut.
We could have left him with his cute little ruff of curls and the wispy bits over his ears that made him look like a tiny old man, but his hair kept getting caught in the buttons on the neck of his jumpers, H is having enough fun getting Kitty’s ponytail done for school so the solution I used for the girls (bunches) is probably out, and memories of Kitty’s first haircut, sat perched on my knee in the waiting area of the salon because she flat out refused to step any further, made it seem like a very good idea that he have his first haircut before he’s old enough to think too much about it. My sister sent her son with my brother-in-law every time the latter got a haircut just to get him used to the concept and I think she may have been on to something. It worked with the adorable nephew and so far so good with out little man.
I didn’t get to take him, but he sat on H’s knee and was apparently quite chilled through the whole thing. Well right up until the hairdryer.
And now my beautiful baby is a beautiful little boy. It’s somehow managed to make him look both all grown up and really teeny tiny at the same time and I’m not quite sure how. I do miss his curl at the nape of his neck just a little bit, it was so perfectly blond and very very soft, one tiny bit of much newer baby hair, but on the other hand, he’s starting to grow the most awesome quiff.