HOOYAH!

tayloe is three months old today. we didn't wake up with a hair cut in mind, but that's kinda where the day took us.
i dunno, it just seemed like a good thing to do at the time. we started with a trim and then we carefully buzzed the rest. when we were done, t1 said, "well, i guess we'll get used to it."
i didn't think about it at the time, but it's kinda funny that tayloe the husband weilded the sheers because of the two of us, he's the one who failed scissoring as a child. his teacher actually called his parents in to discuss the wreckless abandon with which he cut things as a toddler.
sweetheart, you've come a long, long way. just look at yourself here, snip snip snipping away as if it were never hard for you. we're all so proud.
now before you go saying something like, "but his hair was the best part of him" or "it's bad luck to cut a baby's hair before he's a year old" consider first what a numbskull thing that is to tell a mother who's just sheered her child. and then know that he was developing several severe bald spots and the recessive hairline was moving further and further back. so we just went ahead and did what was going to happen anyway since it was pretty clear that hair wasn't going to stick around.
plus, he got some chewing gum stuck right in the top and it was creating a crazy ugly dreadlock.
ok, that last part's not true.
he's just as cute. now he just looks more like a marine and less like a baby.
baby cuteness is overrated anyway.
also, it's probably going to just grow back exactly the same.
and then what? will we cut it again? will we dye it purple? will we give him a maddox jolie-pitt mohawk? will we let it grow long, pierce his ears and change his name to jacqulin tayloe? ooohhhh, the suspense.
i can't leave this topic without noting that (1) in this video i'm the one who looks like she needs a hair cut and (2) i did save a few locks and even wrote what it was on the ziplock bag so i won't get confused later and think i tucked away a pile of wolly fur for safe keeping (it could happen).
to see the finished (cute) product, go here.
so i gotta give props to baby yoga. t2 and i had so much fun at the class we went to on friday, i've found myself looking around for others since that one only happens once a week. there were even silly songs that i didn't mind singing and he didn't seem to mind hearing and a couple of the poses flat out made him howl with laughter. at the end of the class, the teacher came over to hold him and said, "he has such a peaceful, easy soul." isn't that a kind thing to say?
for some reason, it made me feel very proud.