You know its a fancy Wednesday when we are sucking down Shirley Temples...
But it was a worthy celebration of our own Shirley Temples...
Because one little darling had her first haircut...
It was a whole year earlier than when her older sister had hers...
But Big Sister showed her the ropes, getting a haircut first and all, showing how easy and babyish it is, and promptly getting out of the big girl chair and on to the horse chair and the train chair, laughing so hard saying
"I remember when I used to totally love these things, gosh it was like YEARS ago!"
And I am telling you these things for real. I can't make this stuff up.
Little Ceci took it in stride. Very unlike the screaming terror I remember of Lily's first cut.
But when Charlotte woke up the day before, I realized we could wait no longer...
The time had come...
The time came and past, maybe? The hair was screaming at me,
The time had come...
The time came and past, maybe? The hair was screaming at me,
even if the child wasn't.
So I bit the bullet.
There. Done and done.
I am secretly crying just a little that the evil stylist (that I encouraged) loped off even the most awful of baby hair. It was baby hair.
We are all grown ups now.
In 6-8 weeks when Ceci goes to the salon, she too will laugh at her foolishness of considering a chu-chu or a horsey for the ride.
Help me Rhonda.
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