Hair Loss

This is what Tobin looked like yesterday. "Tobin bear, with the wild, wild hair..." is what I would chant to him while I changed his diaper.
Would you like another look at that fauxhawk from a different angle? (I didn't even know that word existed until Jeff started calling Tobin that!)
And now...today. Would you like to know what Grandma and Grandpa are crowding so eagerly into our small bathroom to see?
A haircut. Tobin's second haircut. Jeff had been lamenting about how bad Tobin's hair was looking recently, and it's true: it had been getting awfully patchy. Between the normal hair loss that infants often experience...and the hair loss from the friction of rubbing his head on his sheets...and the hair loss that must have resulted from him grabbing a big handful of hair and holding on with all his might (I found him like that today--left thumb in mouth, right hand holding his hair)...well, all of that contributed to the pathetic look he was sporting these days. But still... I wasn't eager for this little boy to grow up so fast.

When Jeff started cutting Tobin's hair, he said to me, "You're not going to cry, are you?" Well, yes, as a matter of fact, my eyes do feel a little moist. I'll just go upstairs and take a moment to compose myself! Of course, I didn't say that, because I couldn't speak at all at that point; but that's what I did.

Tobin with his new high-and-tight look.
He's still my adorable Tobin bear, but wow, he sure looks different to me. And when I rub his head, it feels so different, too. But I still think he's a handsome little guy!!!

It's hard though when my little one just took a step out of his babyhood, and my heartstrings got twanged in the process...