Hair

I love Andy's hair when it's cut short, but unfortunately that's not the style.  I'm not sure when he became interested in doing what everybody else is doing with their hair, but he's in it full force.  We were bugging him about it quite a bit until we decided we just needed to lay off.  Charlie told Andy to just let him know when he needed a haircut and truly hasn't said anything since.  I'm not as good.  I try really hard not to say anything, but every couple of days I let some snide comment out about how awful it looks.  Which probably makes him want to grow it even longer.

Eventually he'll figure out that his hair really can't "do" long.  There are too many cowlicks and swirls and other crazy things going on up there that it just doesn't work.  There's even one spot on his head, which you can't see in the picture, where his hair comes together from four directions.

You have no idea how much I love this child to let him do this.  If he ever got a piercing or tattoo it would put me over the edge, at least this is just temporary.  I like the whole "let your child be independent" thing, but I'd like to hold onto the scenario where I get to take him to the kiddie haircut place, have it cut however I want, give him a lollipop and have him walk out happy.

You think it's going to get easier as they get older.  In some ways it does, but in others it just gets harder.  I know this already and I haven't even gotten to the really tough stuff yet.  I hope I'm up to the challenge.