So Atticus turned seven last weekend. He looks seven now. At least I think he does. Chris picked out these photos of him to post and I hadn’t seen the first one in awhile. It was Atticus’ first haircut. He needed a haircut right out of the womb. He got his curly hair shortly after that cut. The kind of curly hair that gets a comment everywhere he goes. For awhile I used to wonder what it would be like to have something that everyone thinks is cool. Then I started to worry that he would just be known for his great hair and he would think it was the only great thing about him. But he has so many great things about him, like his kindness, his ability to put together Star Wars Lego kits meant for eight year olds and his strategic line of questioning to get to an answer… even when his hair is all whacked out. Which at seven is most of the time.
He’s seven now and as I pass the bathroom I see him wetting it down. He likes it flat.