What is it with kids and hair?!
The Goosh has an inexplicable relationship with my hair. He loves it. He loves to hold it. To tug at it. And even to munch on it.
When I hold him in my arms, the first thing he reaches for is my hair. He uses it to hold on to me. And if I dont react, he’ll tug and pull until I scream.
When asleep, he’ll snuggle up to me and reach for my hair. He’ll even climb up the pillow (in his sleep) and pull a tuft of my hair into his mouth. He finds in strangely comforting.
And he loves to play with it while I’m feeding him.
It doesnt matter one bit that I went and got it cut real real short. A barely there kinda hair cut. Just about reaches my ears. HD was horrified when he saw it. But the lil Goosh, Mama’s boy, still loves my hair with undying devotion.
Oh, and his other fetish – labels. He’s already label conscious. He lurves eating the darn things. The labels/tags on the pillows, the sheets, his soft toys, my clothes. On anything and everything. He digs into every corner, every piece of fabric, every toy, to find the labels. All shapes, colors and sizes. No discrimination! Gah.