Today we’re celebrating our third Memorial Day as parents to a precious little girl by doing something totally crazy. And by crazy, I mean staying home and begging my wife to take a break from painting our boring beige walls with something brighter to cut my hair. Oh, I’ll probably mow if it’s not too muddy.
Insane, right?! If you’re a humble homebody like us, it probably sounds quite nice, but if not, we just sound dull and not cool to hang around. It’s okay, I understand.
The banished beige walls are looking much better and vibrant, I must say, and Going Mom gets all of the credit. If you’re reading this, dear wife (and why wouldn’t you?), you’re doing an awesome job!
Despite our lack of an exciting Memorial Day, we are making sure to pay our respects to the soldiers who died while serving our country.
They paid the greatest price which allows us to enjoy an extended weekend to do things like go to the lake, cook-out with friends and family or even have your spouse cut your hair. The least we can do is make sure we know why we’re celebrating and be mindful of the sacrifices made.
Speaking of haircuts, I was revisiting Memorial Day posts I made the past two years and can’t get over how much Going Daughter has grown, especially her hair. She was 6 months old for her first Memorial Day, and it was around the time we started baby-led weaning.
It was a rough start, but our persistence and determination paid off as she’s a healthy food (albeit, slow) eating kid who loves eating daddy’s homemade fermented cabbage and cucumbers. But that hair was so thin and barely making a presence.
The next year, her hair was coming around and curls were starting to develop on the sides a little.
Now, at two and half years old, that hair knows no restraints as it has turned into a beautiful mess of waves, curls, and, well, freakin’ cuteness!
As you can see, the hairs seems to of brought a new attitude along with it. Mostly fun, but sometimes it brings out the inner demon child we’ve all seen in the past at full force.
It’s scary, but still cute in a way.
With absolutely zero plans of getting scissors anywhere near her hair for a long time, it will be fun to see how much it has grown in another year. Will the curls continue or will everything go straight? When I was her age, I had crazy curls, but now I have none, so we’ll just wait and see.
Have a wonderful Memorial Day, and be sure to take a moment to reflect on why we’re celebrating today.
