He went in a baby...and came out a little boy... June 06, 2007

(excerpt from Laura's journal written to Noah)

June 6, 2007 - sitting in your rocking chair writting while you play on the floor of your nursery in your pjs still because it's a rainy day.

 Yesterday you went through a major transformation in my and your daddy's eyes.  We took you to a barber shop for your first ever haircut.  You went in a baby and came out a little boy.  You were extremely well behaved as the barber cut off all your baby curls faster than I was, I have to admit, prepared for.  He snipped and trimmed and buzzed so fast that the way you changed before my eyes seemed almost like magic.  You look so different without all your wild and crazy, curly in the back baby hair, but the same too.  I don't know quite what I expected the experience of your first haircut to be like.   I guess, subconciously, I pictured the barber lovingly holding every whispy, curly lock of your hair tenderly between his fingers for a few seconds before cutting them from your head.  I guess that's not something a stranger would do, but only a mother...silly me.  But he cut your hair so fast I almost had no time to say goodbye, because really, I was saying goodbye to more than just your baby hair.  I was saying goodbye to my little baby.  So, I'll say goodbye to my little baby here instead. 

You are crawling all over me while I write this, and now are sitting in my lap.  You're trying to brush my teeth with your tiny baby-sized toothbrush and are pointing to where my nose is.  I can't help but cry a little bit, and giggle at the same time.  I guess that's what happens so often in life; it changes so fast you almost don't have time to say goodbye.  But that's a good thing.  Hellos are wonderful too.