First Haircut

I will never forget Aaron's first hair cut - mostly because there are pictures.  One before and one after.  The before: a smiling, happy, slightly shaggy one year old.  After: a crying, devastated, clean cut one year old.  He had the cutest little smile and animal hair cut apron on.  And he had no idea what was about to happen.

Emma, on the other hand, at almost 3 and half, has a much better chance at understanding what is going on.  She has watched her dad and brother both get numerous hair cuts in our bathroom and even got to witness me get an impromptu cut by one of our close friends, Robin.  And it was at that time that Robin let me know that our girl's hair really needed to be cut (and since she is a previous hair dresser, I knew she was right).  She said that her uneven length before ever having it cut was a tell tale sign that it was past time.  And while I can (mostly) place the blame on my husband for the first 3 years without a cut, certainly the last almost 6 months have definitely been the Momma dragging her heels.

Our girl was all in though.  There was nothing about the hair cut that was worrisome or scary to her.  She knew just where we were going and what was going to happen and was even looking forward to it!

 Once in, you could tell there was a tiny bit of hesitation - mostly because of the response of the children around her.  She was pretty sure she was in safe hands, but wasn't so sure about the kiddos' responses on either side.

 Even though Frozen was on for her enjoyment, you could tell that her eyes were really on the mirror in front of her - and I get it.  Whether because of being unsure or excited, keeping a close eye on things sure made sense.


Before we knew it, we were all done, and got a braid with butterfly clips to finish it off.

So, pretty painless.  No tears.  No devastation.  And a styling big girl to boot.  First hair cut checked off the list - and one more way our kids are growing up too fast.

Until next time,