It happened. I cried.
I knew that this day would come…the day of the dreaded first haircut. Don’t get me wrong…nobody twisted my arm, held up a weapon to demand that I cut my cuties hair…but after Will’s ‘hair experience’ I knew that I should not be afraid to cut.
Let me tell you the long boring story. My little Munchie was due for a haircut. He is one of the happiest babies ever but lately, he’s been cutting some teeth (aka is very irritable) and his hair got long enough to tickle his ears (aka is very annoyed). When I found little scratches all over, in and behind his ears and his neck, I first checked to make sure he didn’t have a Katy Perry manicure. Then I started noticing that he would pull, move and bat at the little baby hairs.
One of the biggest regrets I had with Will is that I let it get too long before his first snip. I found myself questioning why I waited so long…putting his tolerance and patience to the test just because I wasn’t ready to let go of his baby-ness. Afterall, I am trying to raise men, right? As a parent, it’s a hard balance to know when to let go…when to let them do dangerous-stupid-adrenaline-rushing-risk-taking-testosterone-bursting stuff. It will come. I know it will. And as a mom of boys, I know that I want them to experience those things…as well as learn the lessons of responsibility and maturity and have a heart of love for others.
But I don’t want to take the ‘BOY’ out of them just because I am not ready. And that little haircut….that was the first thing in my own heart that I did…I wanted to keep Will forever my little needy baby. The truth is…He will always need me. And he will always be my baby. But putting my own desire on him when he was irritated with his Beiber locks…that was wrong on my part.
(Will @ 17 mths and Me @ age unknown)
The tradition is that we wait till the boys hair is long enough to ponytail and then we snip. Well Weston’s hair in the front was definitely not ponytail ready. Most of the time it looked like a butt-cut…which yes, cracked me up.
It had just started really growing back in and his hairline will never be one that is full and lush. Sorry bud.
But the back of his head had plenty. It is thick and full and ready for clipping.
So in true traditional form, I did end up with the world’s tiniest pony. It’s more rat tail than anything but hey…it works.
He was very excited that he got to sit in Will’s chair for this experience and let me cut till my hearts content.
It doesn’t look as red when it’s cut off than when its on his head, huh?
I learned with Will that trying to use scissors is a massive patience test….for the kid. Because apparently I am the worlds slowest hair cutter. So now I use the clippers. (for anyone wondering, this was a really inexpensive clipper set at Walmart and I used a #2 all over)
To keep him occupied, I used his favorite thing in the whole world….FOOD.
So at this point we are about five minutes into the whole process when Jeremy said…quick, one last photo….it’s about to rain! And then it did. It was like a mini downpour…right over our house. In fact, part of our front porch was still dry but the other three sides of the house were getting drenched.
I keep on telling everyone that I am shocked at how simultaneously he looks younger and older. Like I see him as a teenager but also just see him just like a little baby. And that is what got me. that’s what brought on the tears. that is what makes me realize that this thing called parenting…it’s like a haircut….you go in, hoping for the best…and you know it’s just hair…but ten seconds in…your heart is so entrenched that you wonder, is this the best decision?! am I doing ok? is this a mistake?! and then you realize…your heart is in it. you care. and you are more attached to simple little things more than you’ll ever know. And that it’s all gonna be okay…even when it’s not the outcome you expected :)
Are you even possibly ready for the cuteness that is about to be rained down on you?!
The answer is no. You are not ready.
Grab an umbrella because today’s post is all about RUFFLES!
(I don’t get to say that word very much with two little boys in the house so you have to indulge me….plus, I kinda am in charge of this blog sooooo……RUFFLES! RUFFLES! RUFFLES!)
Seriously though, my goal was to make this way back before Haven happened and give it to Clara when the Petersiks came to visit…but then I got pregnant and tired and lazy and found myself breastfeeding with one arm while shoving Cheez-It’s into my mouth with the other while laying on the floor. You’re welcome for that visual. So without delay, I’d love to show you what I sent much later on…after the cheesy baked snack coma was over….
Ruffles are the reason I need a girl in my life. Ruffles and bows and headbands and furry boots and glitter undergarments. Will only lets me put those things on him once in a blue moon
So the way I did was like this….first I grabbed my phone (because that is where my coupons are found) and then I went to Hobby Lobby. They have an entire section of premade aprons for children for about $3 a piece. With your coupon, it comes out to be about $1.50.
Then pick out your fabric. I got all these remnants at a local fabric store that carries scraps from other bigger stores (like Joann’s and such) and sells them really cheap ($1-$3 a yard) so these little bits of different fabrics cost me maybe three more bucks.
I picked out different fabrics and various designs based on what I thought Clara would like. She’s definitely into pink so I went hard core with that one.
Then I cut the strips. They were about 4 1/2″ wide by the length of the fabric (mine was all 44″ long).
Then came the tedious task of ironing. I hate ironing but it really does help with little sewing projects. Iron both sides and then press down your seams like below so that you can hem the edges of each ruffle.
After you hem all your ruffles (around the bottom, top and sides), it is time to attach the ruffles to the apron. Starting at the bottom, you want to line up your first pieces so that it covers the bottom part of the apron completely.
Then plan accordingly. This helped me…to lay out the fabric for each layer so I wasn’t surprised later when the fabrics didn’t look good together or there was two pinks next to one another.
So if you are a professional sewer…get outta here. If you are like me and barely can sew a straight line, then this is how I do ruffles…get the piece of fabric lined up and ready at the correct location (pin if necessary).
Lay the piece of fabric flat on the machine (and sew about an inch and then backstitch).
Then jam the fabric under the foot and sew simultaneously. This will create the ruffles. I have tried doing it with long stitches and pulling one thread…but my thread always breaks or my fabric ruffles weird…so now I do the stitch and jam method. Continue pushing the fabric under the foot as you sew but make sure you have enough fabric at the end so all the ruffling isn’t at one end and not the other.
Repeat, repeat, repeat. Then time to sew on the ribbon. I just attached mine with a stitch on top and bottom and then did the sides with the ribbon folded around the back.
The ruffles KILL me. Like fifth degree manslaughter. DEAD.
Off it went and about a month ago when we went to visit our friends, I snapped this picture of her looking too hot to trot.
Are you dead yet? I can’t wait till the day comes where I add stuff like this to every single piece of clothing. I even contemplated dressing Weston up in ruffles and bows one day (he wouldn’t know, right?!) just so that I can pretend…then I remembered that Jeremy might kill me. Oh well, I’d already be dead from the cuteness