After several days of bad hair, I finally came to terms that it was indeed time for a haircut. It really was killing me on the inside to cut her hair. I think it was a combination of that cutting her hair means she is growing up (Never mind the fact that she is about to be two. That doesn't bother me.), and that I wasn't ready for her to loose her curls.
Anyways, I decided to man up, with several tears along the way, and go to Pigtails and Crewcuts. Here are some pictures of Rebecca playing in the waiting room. Yesterday was humid, so of course Rebecca's curls were out. But on days that it is not very humid, her hair is a mess. Some of it curls, some of it is straight. She looks like a wild child on those days, and I look like a mother who doesn't care about my child's appearance. In this first picture, you can see how uneven the front and back are. There was at least a two inch difference. Mullet anyone? NO THANK YOU!
Rebecca was so excited about sitting in the car, but did not like the cape. She couldn't get her arms out. She cried a little at this point, but the hairdresser gave her some animal crackers. That seemed to help. Also, after I took a few pictures I read Rebecca a book in between my tears. The hairdresser told me I wasn't the first Mom to cry. That made me feel a little less like a crazy.
Rebecca did great, and did not want to leave the car. In the end, I am not sure if I would call it a haircut. It was more like a trim. I told the hairdresser not to touch the front or sides. Just to even out the back by cutting no more than an inch. I think it turned out great. John said he couldn't even tell she got a trim. Men! Here she is modeling her new do:
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