Shaggy, shaggy, shaggy. Ivan needed a haircut. Saturday we all went to SuperCuts to get both boys trimmed and handsome again.
Owen stepped up first to give Ivan the encouragement of knowing it’s safe and then Ivan was called to the chair. He was very tired which probably helped because he sat very still and didn’t complain. I was actually surprised by this. Not that he’s a wild child or anything but I expected some fighting while shiny objects were placed close to his head. The lady who cut his hair was patient and sweet stroking his head and helping him to feel comfortable first. He looks much more boyish now which was part of the reason I was putting it all off, I don’t like that quick transition from baby to boy with the snip of the scissors. Thankfully the chubby cheeks and pacifier are strong enough counters to the well trimmed head.
He is sporting the new do with pride and taking on new challenges all the time. He is consistently downing as much and sometimes more food than Owen in half the time and has a very aggressive desire for whatever anyone else might be eating as well. He is still crawling but his skills at cruising are improving and his desire to walk has increased. I think he still views it as beyond him. That will change all too soon I’m afraid. In talking to a friend of ours from church whose son was as cuddly as Ivan has been, she explained that as soon as he started walking, all the cuddling went away. How sad. He is definitely very affectionate and I enjoy our little quiet moments in the rocking chair. Maybe it won’t be that way with Ivan. I can always hope.