Myles-stones
Back in June I posted about Myles' first haircut. It was really more of a trim, because so much of the length was kept.
Through the summer it has been getting longer and blonder, the curls just hanging down his back. I loved the fuzziness in the morning and the smooth curls of the humid days. However, we have had a few successive "last straw moments" that has led us to today.
Every time I give him a bath, we have a serious fight over washing his hair. He likes the shampooing part, and even will help a little. It is the rinsing that is just plain awful. Yesterday he tried to climb out of the tub while I was rinsing his hair. Long hair takes longer to rinse out than short hair.
Myles has gotten some sticky foods caked in his hair. Nothing that has necessitated a chopping at his locks, but enough of a mess that it wasn't fun for either of us removing.
BUT THE LASTEST OF THE STRAWS
Monday we went to the library for our normal story time. Our usual rituals involve staying in the library for a while afterwards while I drink my coffee (gotta love a library with a coffee shop in it), checking out books, and just browsing around the library. Everywhere we went in the library someone touched his hair as they walked past him. Adults-men, women. It was a little unnerving to watch-okay very unnerving. What was worse was that Myles, Mr. Ew Gross at my kiss, did not react at at all to these strangers touching him.
THAT WAS IT.
I mean, it wasn't punishment because he didn't do anything wrong. But I can't have him thinking it is perfectly okay for strangers to touch him.
So, off to the barber! He cried. He wouldn't sit on the special chair for kids. I had to hold him on my lap so Iended up covered in his hair. Not even the promise of Starbucks afterward could get him calmed down. Yes, Starbucks is a treat to him when he gets the Horizon milk drink boxes.
Once we were done, he was fine, and we walked to Starbucks across the street. We tagged circles on the sidewalk. This involves our standing on manhole covers or utility access. We yell circle, and if we are both on circles we get to dance. I wish I could take credit for the invention of this game.
Here he is, calming down at Starbucks.
Through the summer it has been getting longer and blonder, the curls just hanging down his back. I loved the fuzziness in the morning and the smooth curls of the humid days. However, we have had a few successive "last straw moments" that has led us to today.
Every time I give him a bath, we have a serious fight over washing his hair. He likes the shampooing part, and even will help a little. It is the rinsing that is just plain awful. Yesterday he tried to climb out of the tub while I was rinsing his hair. Long hair takes longer to rinse out than short hair.
Myles has gotten some sticky foods caked in his hair. Nothing that has necessitated a chopping at his locks, but enough of a mess that it wasn't fun for either of us removing.
BUT THE LASTEST OF THE STRAWS
Monday we went to the library for our normal story time. Our usual rituals involve staying in the library for a while afterwards while I drink my coffee (gotta love a library with a coffee shop in it), checking out books, and just browsing around the library. Everywhere we went in the library someone touched his hair as they walked past him. Adults-men, women. It was a little unnerving to watch-okay very unnerving. What was worse was that Myles, Mr. Ew Gross at my kiss, did not react at at all to these strangers touching him.
THAT WAS IT.
I mean, it wasn't punishment because he didn't do anything wrong. But I can't have him thinking it is perfectly okay for strangers to touch him.
So, off to the barber! He cried. He wouldn't sit on the special chair for kids. I had to hold him on my lap so Iended up covered in his hair. Not even the promise of Starbucks afterward could get him calmed down. Yes, Starbucks is a treat to him when he gets the Horizon milk drink boxes.
Once we were done, he was fine, and we walked to Starbucks across the street. We tagged circles on the sidewalk. This involves our standing on manhole covers or utility access. We yell circle, and if we are both on circles we get to dance. I wish I could take credit for the invention of this game.
Here he is, calming down at Starbucks.
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