As we experience each first moment with our baby we realize how truly special the simple things in life are. We are excited that our dear friend Blue-Eyed Bride is joining us as our first Baby E guest blogger to share a recent fun first trip to the barber with her adorable son.
A Year of Firsts- by Blue-Eyed Bride
When our baby boy was first born, it was hard to imagine him doing anything other than sleeping and eating. Sure, I knew that someday he’d say his first word and take his first steps, but those days seemed such a long way away when we were in the middle of 2 a.m. feedings and diaper changes.
I did know, though, that I wanted to make sure that when those first moments happened, that I was there to see them, marvel over them, record them, and put them in his baby book.
Over the past 14 months, we have been so fortunate to witness all of his firsts. He took his first steps toward his teacher at The Little Gym. His first word was “daddy” and many more words have followed since then. His first trip to the beach was a month after his birthday and he couldn’t get enough of the ocean.
More recently, over the weekend in fact, we took him to get his first haircut. I had been dragging my feet on getting his hair cut because little boys don’t look like babies anymore after they get their hair cut. They look clean cut and like little men.
I had become so attached to the little curls at the top of his neck. And I was starting to get attached to the little mullet that was starting to grow down his neck. That was when my husband put his foot down and decided that it was time to get his haircut.
I decided to take him to my salon because I felt like I could have a little more say in the cut because I know and trust my stylist. I’m positive that I overpaid for the haircut, but that’s okay.
He sat in the adult chair on a little booster and he wore an adult-sized smock. His little blond head looked so tiny in the big black smock and I almost cried when he just sat there calmly looking around. He looked so small, but so grown up.
I fed him snacks to keep his attention and to help keep him still while my mom snapped photos. My husband couldn’t get away from work and I was thrilled that my mom came along to take pictures for us.
As soon as the hair on his forehead was trimmed, I saw this image of a growing boy, not a baby. His little face transformed in an instant and I wanted to cry. But I didn’t. Mostly because I was worried my stylist would think I had lost my mind.
Then his little curls on his neck were snipped off and he had a clean little boy haircut. We got the pictures and we even saved some of the hair from his curls to put in a little envelope in his baby book.
Each little “first” moment is a little bittersweet. I’m so proud of him and everything he can do. He can run, he can talk, he can throw the ball. He knows what we’re saying a lot of the time and responds to us. But each time something happens for the first time, I realize that it will never happen for the first time again. I’m just grateful that I’ve been fortunate enough to witness most of those sweet “first” moments that are most certainly more special to me than they are to him.
You can check out more by The Blue-Eyed Bride at her blog.
What has your most simple yet memorable first been with your baby this year?
