Enough of our little boy being called a girl :: not that it was really so much of an issue for me. It does mean we can't dress him up like this anymore! I'm getting used to it slowly, slowly. He doesn't quite look like someone I know. When he talks to me in Ari's voice, I've been wondering who is this boy in my house, this boy holding my hand, this boy who is talking, laughing, smiling like my boy. So, I guess I'm getting to know him differently, anew, fresh. That's always a good thing for such an everyday intense relationship between mother and child.
Anyway, he seems to really like it. He says it's good. So, that's it then. The baby hair is gone :: does that mean my baby is gone? Oh, I hope not. We're going to find out!
Ari's hair was so fine and soft and curly and wispy and long, fluttering and flopping in his eyes, mouth, food.... Running my hands through it, combing it with my fingers. Seeing that messy mop every morning sticking up all over the place. Now it's velvety, dries in moments.... short short short!