Ever since my beautiful boy was born he has had the most awesome hair. It was long and dark and I was ridiculously excited to have a baby with a head full of hair... and it didn't cost me the price of heartburn either.
We've always been a "hair" family as we called ourselves. My mom had (*ahem* has) the big red hair straight out of a 80's music video. My step dad had long hair past his shoulders, and my sister and I usually had really long hair or at least some sort of funky color or style going on.
When Cooper's hair grew out it was mostly straight. It grew right into his eyes and there was no pushing it out of the way. He got his first haircut around 18 months. It was a bittersweet day feeling like my baby was just that much older. But he also got to rock a pretty sweet fohawk for a while.
When Leo's hair grew out it was adorably curly. It looks like he takes after my side of the family with the unruly locks. But even when it was still on the shorter side, I started getting the "She's so cute" line. It didn't bother me at all. I don't get defensive. It's not an insult to be called a girl and it's a common mistake. Not to mention the rainbow of colors I dress my babies in that might make it confusing for those who might reference clothing to determine gender. I would often just say "Thank you" and agree because the whole point was that they were saying he was cute, which he was! His gender didn't really have anything to do with it.
As both boys got older people would start asking Cooper questions about his sister. What is your sister's name and how old is she? The looks on Cooper's face were priceless. He really didn't understand for a while. But once he did he took over the conversations I was supposed to be having. "Do you mean my brother?" Then ensue the "Oh my goodness, yes! I'm so sorry I thought he was a girl! What is your brothers name" etc..
(Ok, you caught me... this is really just a post to share photos of my handsome boys..)
So, fast forward a couple years. Leo is now 3 and old enough to have an opinion on how he dresses, and whether or not he wants his hair cut. Right now, he doesn't. Which honestly makes me very happy because cutting these long adorable locks might kill me. So for now sometimes he wears it in a "pony" or a man bun to keep it out of his face. He hates it being brushed but just asks for me to be gentle (not fast) and it gets done.
There has been pressure (or more like suggestions) from friends, family, and strangers too. But as long as he is happy... I am happy too. He's my little rockstar.