the haircut

Lately, I have been bemoaning the fact that Jack is growing up so fast; he's almost 5 and will be in kindergarten this fall! Don't get me wrong, I'm excited that he's growing up and learning so many new things, but every now and then, just a little bit, I miss the baby that he once was.

Alex, on the other hand, is thrilled he's growing up. In fact, the older our children get, the happier Alex seems to get.

It seems that this is a common occurrence; the mommies miss their babies and the daddies are thrilled their babies are growing up.

Alex has been trying his best to talk me into getting Jack's hair cut short lately. You know, really short. Buzz short. He seems to think I keep his hair too long. I think it's a sweet little boy cut. "He's a man, not a baby, " is Alex's response to that. You can be the judge (but I'm pretty sure you'll agree with me).

Today I relented and let him cut his hair. Well, Alex didn't actually cut it himself; we too him to Big League Barbers where he usually goes. I didn't let Alex get him the army buzz, but it's pretty short. (Sorry the pictures are poor quality...I took them with my phone).

Of course, as his mother, I'm biased, but I think he looks handsome no matter what. And a shorter cut will certainly be more cooler in the summer. And it will be nice not to have to comb it to the side every morning, only to have his stick-straight bodiless fine hair fall right back across his forehead in a matter of seconds. Or less.
What a handsome, almost 5 year old!!

And I'm also thinking that his shorter hair will give the illusion that Melody's hair is longer.
No?