Ollie, Ollie, Ollie – how you charm me.
Ollie has a voice, even though he doesn’t use it for talking, he sure likes to use it to express his displeasure at the world, at what you’re doing to him, at what he doesn’t want to do.
He didn’t want anyone to comb his hair.
That swirly, curly blond bedhead was ultra cute, but when the bedhead morphed into all-day-head it was time to fully graduate him from babyhood to toddlerhood.
His displeasure at combing his hair was duly noted throughout the house and we decided the curly mop-top had to go, despite the comments that his hair was “awesome” and shouldn’t be messed with.
So we headed over to a hair salon that specializes in quickly snipping the hair of children.
His “stylist” had to work quickly, Ollie was not so much in the mood to sit still, listen to the reassurances that he’d be okay, take that all important step from older baby to toddler.
Even sitting in a chair that looked like a Mini Cooper, he cried.
Even when another stylist brought over bubbles, he cried.
I worried we’d have to abort mission.
It was only when we gave him Matty’s cellphone did he muster up his courage and turned off the tears.
He wiggled and giggled then. That little piece of distraction he could hold was all he needed to help him through it. Kid didn’t even realize what was happening anymore.
He didn’t notice when she sprayed his head with water. He didn’t care she had a comb too close to his head. He didn’t put up much of a fight anymore.
He pulled through like a rockstar.
I collected some of his hair as a keepsake, like many mothers do. Like many mothers do, my eyes filled with tears that my little baby is growing up so fast. Such a change from when all I wanted was for him to grow, and grow fast.
He now has a certificate that he officially graduated from babyhood. I guess it’s his first diploma.
He’s growing up so fast. What a little boy.