This picture shows several things: The fact that I can't seem to put a pacifier in my son's mouth correctly, the obvious proof that Jack is adorable, and he has hippy hair.
See those long, wispy hairs above his ear? I am constantly pushing and tucking them back behind his ears. I won't cut them though. I refuse to believe that my son is old enough for any sort of haircut.
My husband thinks otherwise.
I will win this fight.
The conversation this morning went something like this:
J: "It's really time to cut those hairs." (after kissing Jack and getting tickled by his long hairs).
R: "No way, it's not going to happen."
J: "He looks like a hippy. I don't want my son to be a hippy."
R: "He is a little baby. He does not look like a hippy. Didn't your dad hate your hair when you were younger because it was long? And didn't you refuse to cut it?"
J: "Yes, but that's besides the point."
WRONG! It is the point. Our son is not getting a haircut. He can keep those wispy, baby hairs.