I Left the House with a Baby and Came Home with a Big Girl

Today we had the first ever real haircut for Miss Padyn. Real salon (for kids, of course), real hairstylist, real hair falling to the ground in clumps. Big big deal. Initially she was very excited about it. She told every one we saw this morning that she was going to the Big Girl Haircutting Place to get her hair cut. I took this as a good sign. If she's excited, it's going to go well, right?


Not so right. What I didn't count on was the 8 year old spoiled brat of a boy who was in there getting his hair cut before us. This child was screaming, throwing things, crying like a 3 year old, and generally making everyone around him want to give him a big ole' smack. Everyone except his mother, of course. She just talked to him like he was 2. Clearly, he runs his household. Anyway, needless to say, Padyn was not happy by the time it was her turn to get into the Wiggles chair. She cried and pulled on me and refused to get in the chair. Once in the chair, she refused to put on the smock. Then she refused to let go of my hands. Finally...FINALLY, I got her to stop by threatening to take away the promised lollipop and jelly bean. Oh, and Sesame Street came on the TV right in front of her. She still wanted me to hold her hands, but slowly, she relaxed enough that I could get a few shots of the momentous occasion.

Here's what her hair looked like before the cut...thin, scraggly, lifeless...Getting smocked up and watered down.And let the cutting begin.All done! What a gorgeous head of hair this child has. It only took chopping off 2-3 inches.Look at the wave! Look at that body! Look at how short her hair is! I love it. But I think I'm gonna miss my baby.