First Haircut

People have been kindly asking for months when we intended to cut Owen's hair.  Dad threatens to drag him along every time he goes to the barber shop for a "buzz cut" and we have had more than one instance in which a stranger commented on what a beautiful little girl we have when only seeing him from the back/side.

I had to wait so long for him to get hair (about 14 months) that I could never bear to cut it.  I joked that he is my free spirit, my little hippie and I taught him to flash a peace sign and say "peace man".  It wasn't until my best friend Jaime Girl gasped at his birthday party when seeing the state of his mullet that I knew action had to be taken.  Knowing that I would NEVER cut it if left to my own devices she swiftly procured an appointment for herself and Owen for the coming week.  She knows me well enough to know that if she didn't act quickly I would come up with 1,000 excuses as to why this isn't necessary.

I spent all week brushing and playing with his hair, putting it in little ponytails when Dad wasn't around and getting weepy more than a few times at the thought of the baby to little boy transformation that is inevitable after the first haircut.  I emailed Owen's stylist (a dear friend) and warned her that I might be sobbing but would try not to make a scene as his gorgeous white hair started to fall.

Luckily, I never had the chance to be upset because I had to physically restrain him during the entire process while he screamed, kicked and generally made an enormous ruckus.  I spent most of the time making a fool of myself trying to sing songs to calm him down and sweating to contain him from getting his eye impaled with scissors.  Many thanks to Jaime Girl and sweet Amber who was a complete Saint for helping.  Also, thanks to Amber for letting us come in after hours so we didn't send her regular clientele running into the streets.  If you ever want the hippest haircut in Kansas City book your appointment at The Darling Room, Owen's salon of choice! :)

www.thedarlingroom.com

2 Year Check-Up

Owen had his two year check up today and was good as gold!  Well, besides somehow managing to use his tiny fingers and a deft pincer grasp to pluck my diamond earring from my ear and pitch it across the waiting room of the doctors office that is.

I was so happy that we already had this appointment set because he just developed a little cold/cough business and I surely would be dragging him to the doctor to overreact anyway. Thankfully, we could minimize his germ exposure by combining the two in only one trip. :)

All went well with the checkup and I was a little shocked to see his height at 37 1/2" (100th+ percentile).  A very tall boy as all the nurses kept commenting.  His weight is a solid 31.4 lbs (90th percentile) although like most moms I miss the ever decreasing baby fat or "bubba chub" as we affectionately call it and think he is getting a little on the thin side for my liking.

All the excitement wore him out and he fell asleep on the way home.  I tucked him into his crib with his new horsey pillow that Nana made for him.  Precious baby.

Our sweet boy turns 2!

The disgruntled cowboy before his birthday party.  He was in search of his beloved toy horses.  What a special day he had with all of his friends to play with.  I think cabin fever is driving us both crazy and having some kids his own age around to get rowdy with was just what he needed.  True to form, he took the opportunity to be naughty and proceeded to closeline and "take down" the other unsuspecting toddlers at his party by wrestling them to the ground.  Not the most gracious host.  I still suspect my brother is teaching him wrestling moves behind my back.  James R. and I were just so thankful to have good friends and family that showed up in full force to celebrate two years of our little boy.