{"id":2816,"date":"2008-09-23T20:05:42","date_gmt":"2008-09-24T04:05:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/entries\/ians-first-haircut\/"},"modified":"2008-09-23T21:05:33","modified_gmt":"2008-09-24T05:05:33","slug":"ians-first-haircut","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/2008\/09\/ians-first-haircut\/","title":{"rendered":"Ian&#8217;s First Haircut!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday I decided it was finally time for Ian&#8217;s first hair trim. For some reason the beginning of haircutting is a sign of growing up for me, and I put it off for as long as I can. Ian&#8217;s turn came a bit late, poor fellow, I just wasn&#8217;t ready for him to be a big boy yet. (Or more accurately, to try to get him safely still for a session with the scissors.)\u00a0 I trimmed as much as I could bear to cut, just to get the hair out of his eyes. The back was obviously too long for a little boy, but it still curled most days and looked angelic. Well, one day later (this afternoon) Seth took things (Ian&#8217;s curls, to be exact) into his own hands and chopped off a couple curls before I could stop him. Yes, he had permission to be using the scissors for his paper, he just re appropriated them. And so I filled Ian&#8217;s first hair trim bag from yesterday with his hair cut from today.<\/p>\n<p>Amazingly, and thankfully, he looks a little younger with his hair at a proper length for a little one and a half year old.<\/p>\n<p><a rel=\"lightbox[ianshair]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1701ps-1.jpg\" title=\" the keepsake. I have one from each boy.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1701ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" the keepsake. I have one from each boy.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[ianshair]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1705ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Ha! A break from the scissors!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1705ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Ha! A break from the scissors!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[ianshair]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1708ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Yes, big brother did it. Looks like they\u2019re celebrating!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1708ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Yes, big brother did it. Looks like they\u2019re celebrating!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[ianshair]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1713ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Donna, I did go back and fix that one piece you can see in the photos. In fact, I kept going back to it to fix a strand here and there. No, I\u2019m not professional!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1713ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Donna, I did go back and fix that one piece you can see in the photos. In fact, I kept going back to it to fix a strand here and there. No, I\u2019m not professional!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[ianshair]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1717ps-1.jpg\" title=\" watching his brothers playing. the owie is from a fall with a recorder.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1717ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" watching his brothers playing. the owie is from a fall with a recorder.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[ianshair]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1719ps-1.jpg\" title=\" And after his bath tonight it all curled under again and looks much better!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1719ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" And after his bath tonight it all curled under again and looks much better!\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Seth&#8217;s conversation during dinner this evening:<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Mommy, I wish we had knives on our feet so we could swing at Grandma&#8217;s house!&#8221; I asked him why we should have knives on our feet to swing at Grandma&#8217;s house and he replied, &#8221; So we could skate on the dirt and in the air!&#8221;. Of course.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Is pasta made out of snakes, Mama?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m killing it with my teeth!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m gonna build an alarm to fire up the sandbox!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;This had turkey meat. That&#8217;s why it&#8217;s made out of meatballs.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Mama, we are flying on an airplane, a pretend one.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;That airplane is making a contrail for the people to walk on! It&#8217;s making it wider!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;A parachute is coming down here onto the ground, gently.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>This was all between mouthfuls of dinner, then he was excused (after finishing my meatballs) to go play in the sand box until dark.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday I decided it was finally time for Ian&#8217;s first hair trim. For some reason the beginning of haircutting is a sign of growing up for me, and I put it off for as long as I can. 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