And here is the birthday girl after her first haircut, one week later.
It needed to be done for some time, but I just didn't have the heart to cut the baby curls off. The little one was reluctant and terrified. She is a very cautious and sensitive soul which makes trips to the dentist, doctor, and apparently the hairdresser, a traumatic experience. Fortunately we have a shop that caters to the little tots not too far away. It's about as fun as you can make the mundane chore that is a haircut. Adventure Cuts has different stations to choose from, all of varying kid funness. My little girl chose the Barbie car, picked the Tinkerbell movie to watch on her personal flat screen TV and indulged in a lollipop while the nice girl went to work. She asked me what I wanted and I hesitantly said, "Cut 3-4 inches. A little longer than shoulder length." Then the first snip. My heart sank and I did all I could to not look disappointed. I know it needed to be done but it was difficult none the less. It looks cute. I think it's just another symbolic act of letting go of my little baby.
And look at this kid.
His smile never fails to melt my heart, it's a good one.