ok, so if you recall i took wes to get a haircut a few months ago. and then i chickened out once we got there. i have had a really hard time even thinking about letting go of those blonde curls. lately, however, i have gotten several comments that made me bite the bullet and make an appointment.
"how old is she?" (what...are you freakin' blind? girls don't wear dump trucks!)
"she's so cute!" (and you are an idiot. see all that blue he has on!)
"well, if he wasn't built like a linebacker i'd say that's the prettiest girl i've ever seen." (ok, that one was meant as a joke, but still...)
it really wasn't the comments that got to me, because anybody that knows me knows that i've never really cared what other people think. it had more to do with the fact that he sweats like a pig, and when we go outside his hair is wet and stuck to his face and down his neck within minutes.
so, this morning at 9am, wes was sitting in the fire truck getting his big boy haircut.
and, his mama is sitting here in need of some sort of antidepressant. because tomorrow we are going to get his driver's license. and then, we're moving him into the dorm.
i know time can't stop, but it could at least slow down a little!