Look at this face. Just look at it:
I mean, that is a killer smile. And the eyes, they twinkle. And people pay big bucks for noses that cute.
But lets look a little more closely. At his hair.
Here's the front/top. It's nice, right? Smooth and shiny and a nice blond. And, while it's not quite professional looking, it's pretty neat.
But, wait, what's that sticking out from behind his ear?
Hmm, he seems to have a bit of length back there. Maybe more than a bit. Okay, in all honesty it really seems like something is going on.
Lets have a look at the back of Oscar's head, full on.
If this ain't a party my friends, I don't know what is.
Oscar has a mullet. A mullet, my friends. A real, true-blue mullet of the toddler variety. And I don't know what to do about it.
Now I know several of you are screaming, "Cut that beastly aberration! Now! Do it!" but I just can't. I really can't bring myself to cut it. It's been long for several months now, but when it was warmer, the humidity curled his hair right up into these little ringlets and hence the mullet was disguised.
However, in these cool, dry months the mullet is rearing it's ugly head. It is here. It is not fabulous. But I can't seem to bring myself to do away with it, even after my pediatrician mentioned that it might be time for his first hair cut.
See, once I cut his hair and he has a big boy hair cut, he won't look like a baby anymore. And I'm not ready for that. He's not even two. On the other hand, he looks poorly groomed and I'm a better parent than that. I bathe him regularly, keep him in (mostly) clean clothing, trim his finger nails. I know as a parent I'm judged by other based on his appearance and I'd really hate for anyone to think I've actually cultivated this hairstyle on my child.
Nelson and I talk about Oscar's hair a lot. We've come to the decision that we will cut his hair once he turns two - four months from now. It really is getting unruly, and he's always got peanut butter or some other food product in it, which is pretty gross. We will say good-bye to the wispy ringlets of babyhood and let our toddler have a big boy hair cut.
Until then, the mullet stays. And if tell me you've ever seen a cuter mullet-ed person in your life, I'll call you a liar.