Hi ho, hi ho, the mullet didn't go.

Canada day was going to be a celebration of sorts in this household. We had decided that we were going to celebrate Canada day in the most un-Canadian way we could think of. Beer, none in the house. Hockey? None for the last year. Mullets - yes, only one and something HAD to be done about it. My baby, in his 15 months of life has grown just about THE CUTEST mullet you will ever lay eyes on. The funny thing is, the rest of his head is always perfectly coiffed and many a time people have asked if my baby has yet had a haircut. Only the back seems to grow - and it is the softest, cutest baby mullet EVER.




We often joke about our boys' hair - Nicholas has the soft silky locks, while Ethan's hair is much thicker. But when Ethan was a baby, had hair that stood on end all the time - and that too was just too cute for words (is anyone barfing yet?).




So the plans were set to go to the hairdressers to get the mullet removed. But I couldn't go through with it. I remember Ethan's first haircut, and I just about cried when it was done because it looked so good and he didn't look like my baby anymore, he looked like a big boy. And I am just not ready for that yet.

It is nice to know that if Nicholas keeps the mullet, he doesn't limit his career choices. According to this ad, the Canadian government is looking for corrections officers (hmmmm....mullets guarding mullets, a most Canadian way of doing things indeed!).