Bittersweet
Our little Jesse will be two years old at the end of November. He's definitely growing up. He's vocabulary is getting larger and clearer every day. He's stringing words and thoughts together. He asked yesterday to pray for his Na-Nas and Pa-Pas. And he adores his little brother. It's amazing to see him grow up. I have to admit it's also a little sad knowing he'll never be a baby again. It's a good thing that we see this growing up happen slowly because sudden changes tear us up.
As silly as it is, we faced one of those sudden changes last night. Jesse had his first haircut. As much as we loved his fabulous long hair, we knew it needed to be done. He had to constantly brush it out of his face, eyes, and mouth. And, no matter what we dressed him in, strangers always thought he was a little girl. Seriously? He's wearing camouflage shorts and a muscle shirt with a fighter plane on the front and you're calling him Princess? Normally, that didn't bother me but it did get old after awhile. I always took comfort in knowing that our little boy was what's known as Man-Pretty.
Anyway, Jesse got his haircut at the local Cookie Cutters. At first, he hated it. He cried when the stylist just sprayed his hair with water. He did eventually calm down though there were still times when he really did not like what was going on. Cookie Cutters is, of course, very kid-friendly so he got to sit in a toy VW Bug and he loves to steer his Cozy Coupe so that helped. He also watched some tv which was fascinating because the only tv he ever sees at home is the weather radar channel (and usually he just jams to the Muzak).
He looks completely different. He looks like a grown up little man now. Yes, this kind of sudden change tears us up.
I still say he looks pretty dashing. I bet he still will have no trouble meeting the ladies.




