Mama, Where’s My Hair?

In the midst of our uber-busy day today, I took Kenny in for a haircut, as his mop was becoming unruly.   That kid needs a cut every six weeks!

Since we are off to the beach next week for vacation, I asked the stylist to do “one level longer than a buzz.”   He looks ADORABLE!   I have no pictures to prove it, of course, but I will take some over the next few days.

Anyway, since I put him down tonight, it’s been a an hour and a half of him running around his room, dumping out toys and calling down to me to come up and give him another kiss.   This last time I went up, he revealed that he’d pooped in his diaper.   As I changed him, he rubbed his eyes, and sent his left hand up to it’s usual spot – he always twirls this little lock of hair above his left temple when he’s tired.   This time he sat up wide-eyed.   “Mama!   Where’s my hair?!?”   I reminded him of our trip to the barber shop today, and he said, “But where’d it go?   I want it!”

No wonder my little boy can’t fall asleep…