He's been having a tough couple of weeks. First he was sick, and had to miss preschool, which he loves. Then Grahm and I got sick so we couldn't really go out and do any of the fun stuff that we usually do.
His best friend moved away - and not just to another nearby city where we can visit her - halfway around the world. He hasn't come right out and said it but I know he's really sad about it. He's just mopey. Not himself.
He also just seems like he's not comfortable in his own skin. Tripping over his feet a lot, being overly clumsy. He has been a walking catastrophe the last few days: falling out of the bike trailer and getting a golf-ball sized lump on his head, then turning around the next day and having me close the car door on the other side of his head, burning his hand on a light bulb, smashing his finger in the door tonight.
And not just physically uncomfortable in his own skin, emotionally and mentally as well. Getting really frustrated at himself when he messes up on something. Being really sensitive and sad and then turning around and intentionally misbehaving.
It was time for a fresh start.
I don't know if it will help; maybe this is just what Almost Four is like. A growth spurt for both mind and body.
He was sobbing on the way home saying no one was going to be his friend because they wouldn't know who he was without long hair.
I think he'll be OK though - he will be OK. He's my boy. I told him that I barely recognized him with his hair so short ("Daddy all my hair was on the GROUND!!!") and he said "Mama, it's still me, Mr.-Chuckles-McKnuckles". You're right, Mase, still you.