Zoe didn't get hair until she was about 2. She's followed my footsteps in that. When she did get her hair, she's got her daddy's hair: thick and curly.
These past couple months have been full of hair fights. She "doesn't like her hair combed" and will scrunch up her shoulders so you can't get to it. Finally last week instead of tears and scrunchy, I started talking up a hair cut. I told of a world with chairs that looked like trains and horses. I had her at the word train.
Friday afternoon we took her to get her hair cut. I forgot my camera, but daddy had his phone.
The second that drape was put around her neck, the tears started to form. Then the wailing. Then the "get me out of her wiggle" that makes cutting hair so much easier.
I held her in place while Edith, the sweetest lady ever, cut hair faster than I knew possible.
Then it was time for bangs and a brave smile.
Now we are three inches shorter, much more wavy and have fewer tears in the mornings!
2 comments:
Adorable! And the fact that she didn't get hair till she was 2 gives me hope for Gracie!
Ok, so - your kid is just so darn cute!!! Love the new do!
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