Entry FeedDaughter finally got a real haircut, with a real hairdresser!
I was getting my hair done on Monday afternoon, and she claimed that she wanted hers cut as well. I was pretty excited - besides the time she cut her own hair last year, she hasn't had a haircut at all. Yes, a bit of a mop-top, but I love her all-day-bed-head look! It really works for her.
She came with me to my hairdresser, where she was pampered! Watching cartoons while I got my colour painted on (yes, I do colour my hair... now everyone knows!) and then Oreo Cookies and milk. Snacks? Well, I guess I get a cappuccino. And of course since her brothers get a lollipop as they leave the barbers, so did she get to pick a lollipop on her way out the door!
Daughter was pretty good sitting in the chair, though stillness isn't easy for her, and he took a few inches off in the back to really even it out. Plus he trimmed her bangs, and she loved it! While lounging in the stylist's chair, she sighed, "this is the life!" Hmmm... am I raising a spoiled princess? I'll let you know after our pedicures and shopping today.
Of course, nothing is more important about getting your hair done than the reactions of the males in your household. Son Two is not one to disappoint.
Me: How do you like my hair cut?
Son Two: You got your hair cut? I couldn't tell. It looks the same to me.
Me: You are growing up to be just like your father, aren't you?
Son Two: Huh?
Daughter is flouncing around showing off her new style, and I am thrilled that she finally let some who knows what he is doing cut her hair. Her fear that "haircuts" mean clippers and a barber shop seem to be behind her. Soon she will be requesting haircuts!