Curls No More

Kai's been growing by leaps and bounds lately. His mind is clicking away, and he can even rest his nose (I know, I know...it isn't sanitary) on our island top. He is also Mr. Adventurous when it comes to getting stools or using the radiators to reach things high up (Grandma is having a nervous breakdown about this). We want him to be safe too, but we are enjoying his creative problem solving after we have told him "just a minute" one to many times in his book.

It didn't come as a surprise to us when he asked to get his gorgeous, blond curls, which we all love, cut a bit shorter. So, without further ado, we let him get his hair cut as short as he wanted to. He LOVED it at first. He enjoyed the cool breeze blowing on the back of his neck. He liked the fuzzy, short hair feeling. However, after a few hours, he told us that next time, he wants it kept a little longer. He missed his curls when he looked in the mirror, and he missed their softness. He even told us in a hopeful voice that his hair was already longer. And, it probably is a wee, little bit longer.

He also started preschool earlier this month. He's already learned to whistle; he adores the teacher who gave him his final lessons on this skill (we'd been working on it for a while, but she helped him to finally get it). He also is busy singing "Where is Thumbkin" to his sister. We love his take on what the lyrics are...something like..."Merrily do you do." And, whenever we pick him up from school, he is all lit up inside, which makes our hearts sing. Kit and I love his excitement over new people, places and ideas.

Oh...Kai...you are such a sweet, amazing little boy! Thank you for all your sweet words, hugs, dances, songs and flowers. Thank you for being you.