Ragamuffin to Stud Muffin.

Weebie was slick bald until he was around 8 months old. I'm talking cue ball bald. Not a hair to be found on his little noggin. Just sweet, soft, delicious baby skin. I loved it.

I gnawed on his little head all day long. I loved how the skin wrinkled up in the back and without the bother of hair, it was perfect to sit and kiss and smell. Oh, I loved his bald little baby head.

When he started growing hair, it came in with such gusto in the back. It is SO thick and became very long almost overnight. The top, however, is still pretty short. The longer and thicker the back became, the more wild it got and was impossible to fix. It was poofy and wild. And it was decided after much hesitation, that it was time for Weebie's First Hair Cut.

Boo hoo! Sob! Sob! Whaaa!

I was not excited about this.

Cutting off Levi's little curls meant that he was going to look like a big boy, and I wasn't sure I was up for that just yet. Husby decided he would be the one to cut it .... and I threatened him if he cut it too short.

Here is Levi BEFORE:



ANGEL LOCKS! Oh my BABY!

Okay, from this angle his hair looks good. But the other side is a whole other story. His hair grew unevenly and one side sits pretty and does what I want it to while the other side rebels and often looks fresh out from the electrical socket.

Poof-tastic.



Another dilemma we faced that one side was starting to become mullet-ish...



While the other side was Farrah Fawcett-ish...



Despite those things, I did not want to let go of his golden locks. They are truly GOLDEN.



As you can see, Levi was less than thrilled with scissors taken to his head.



So he tried to escape.



Husby was so very patient, Weebie was so very not. And I was running around with my camera and video camera barking out orders to save each strand.



I was so obsessed with keeping his locks, that even Levi started gathering pieces up and handing them to me. What a sweet baby.



The Wet Down:



Look at how long! He looks like he belongs in the 70's.



I was pretty impressed with Husby's barbershop skills. I think he should open up a Baby Barbershop and hire me to sing little diddys to keep the kids entertained. Who wants to join my quartet?







Slowly but surely, Levi's little baby hair started to take actual form and he instantly turned 5. I held back the tears. My baby is becoming a big boy.



The end result is absolutely adorable. As much as I miss his wild locks of grandeur, this suits Levi much better and he looks like a living doll.


(He looks to be hanging his head in shame. I know, Levi. Mommy is sad, too.)


(Blowing kisses!)









I'm startled every time I look at him because he looks so much older. When it was all said and done, I was tempted to shave it all off and pretend he was bald again. But I refrained. Sadly, those days are gone, but new and exciting times lie ahead. Horray for Big Boys!!