I've been debating a haircut for Mr. V.
As can be seen, he's no longer balder than a bald eagle. If anything, he's got locks going, and that's in the front. In the back, we have a veritable mullet going.
By the time Giada was 1, she had already had 2 haircuts. So why am I wringing my hands about giving the boy a haircut as he approaches his first birthday?
I rationalize it as "well, her hair has always grown much faster than his" (it's true, she had hair as long as the above as soon as she approached six months, whereas the bald one was bald when born, got even balder at six months, and then all of a sudden sprouted the blondish hair as seen above).
Really, though, that's not it. The truth is that I have this irrational belief that if I start chopping the blonde locks, much darker hair will grow in, and then he will be even less my baby, and more my little boy.
I've been having a hard time letting go of my second and possibly last child being a baby.* Whereas Giada was sleeping on her own by now, Vincent is still sleeping in a crib in the same room with us (tbh, partly because I am too lazy to descent a flight of stairs at 1 AM). In contrast of my not being able to contain my joy at Giada being one and no longer being nursed on demand (I started weaning her on her first birthday, and it took two months to taper her down to zippo), I look at Vincent's first birthday as "Oh, once he can drink juice and cow's milk, he won't need dear old mom anymore. :("
The hair, I suppose, is just part of that, though my hand will be forced soon enough. Twice in a week, we were stopped at grocery stores by kindly grandparent types complimenting me on my "beautiful girl". Also, Giada has decided that since she wants a sister** and isn't getting one any time soon, it's perfectly okay to refer to her brother as "my sister Vincent". I suppose that means it's just time.
* Watch me eating my words if I end up with a third "oops" child. :P
** I blame "Frozen" for that