First Haircut

Last night Emma had her first "real" haircut. In the past, we had trimmed her bangs whenever they got so long that she started to look like Cousin It from the Addams Family, but other than a bang trim every once in a while, she hadn't had a haircut. She needed one. Badly. Our little princess had a mini-mullet going on. You know...business in the front, party in the back. Her sides refused to grow, but yet she had this one patch of hair in the back that just grew and grew like we were spraying that one section with miracle-gro. So with our big trip to Chicago coming up next week, we decided that it was time.

Another coach at the gym owns a hair salon here in town and she is great. She does my hair and I have always been happy, so I knew that I wanted her to do Emma's as well. Emma often comes with me when I go to get my hair done, so she knows Steph and is familiar with the salon, so I thought that would help. I was a little nervous b/c I had heard some horror stories from other moms who had taken their children for haircuts, so I expected some sort of whimpering, crying, even a little struggle. Fortunately, we had none of that. Emma eagerly climbed into the red Ford Mustang chair and sat while Steph put the blue cape covered with fish and other ocean life around her shoulders. Not a flinch or a whimper when the spray bottle came out and Emma looked over at Bill and I and said, "haircut!" It was a huge success and when she was done - no more mullet. Just a cute little pixie haircut.