Little Spaghetti has fiddled with my hair for as long as I can remember. I even chopped off my long, beautiful hair into a short mom haircut when he was four months old or so (something I SWORE I'd never do) in an effort to get him to stop playing with it.
There was even a brief time when his love of hair focused specifically on my eyelashes and I wondered whether I'd ever find a mascara to cover up massive chunks of missing lashes.
This week, I finally got to the point where I couldn't take the hair holding any more. You see, I have gotten my little guy to sleep in his own bed (woot! that's a huge accomplishment. I'm just sayin'). He'd stay there until about 4 am, at which point I let him get into bed with me.
Each day, his hair addiction was getting worse and worse. It got to the point that he started spending three hours each morning just rubbing, twirling, and pulling my hair, but not actually sleeping. Then, it would culminate around 7 each morning with him wrapping his entire arm in my hair, followed by his foot. As he wound more of my hair around more of his body, he - without fail - would end up laying on top of my head.
So I cut him off. Ok, that's a lie. I found a surrogate. My mom had this doll that used to be mine. She has hair. Lots of it. And he doesn't seem to mind the switch. See?
|Nothing more peaceful than a sleeping baby|
In the morning, though, this is what we get.
|Someone had a rough night!|
Though, with the amount of hair she loses each time I brush it, I'm afraid she's going to be bald by his second birthday... Although, at least it won't be me!