Yesterday the we took the girls to get their first haircuts. It was more like a trim to cut off the straggly baby hair. It’s quite possible that the trim is only noticeable to Brian and I. But none the less they had their first haircuts. Before I was a parent I didn’t understand why moms got emotional with their child’s first haircut. Really, it’s just hair? That is what I thought in my judgmental head. Then the day came for us to tame Mason’s thick head of hair. What really pushed us was when several people asked us what HER name was. Ok, guess it’s time to get the haircut! And there was me getting all emotional because my baby boy didn’t look like a baby anymore with his big boy haircut. Something similar happened yesterday as I watched my little girls change their looks just bit, closer to being big girls. Sigh. I know it’s bound to happen but it’s hard to let go of the little “babyness” they have left!
The girls acted just how we thought. Kaia is our little diva, girlie girl. She couldn’t wait to get in the chair. She sat very still, I think because she wanted her haircut to be just perfect. Theia asked a 1,000 questions and insisted her sissy went first. She needed more time to check out the situation and the lady with the scissors. Theia also sat very still but for different reasons than Kaia. She’s was very observant and skeptical of the whole situation. She held my hand the whole time for extra security. At the end both girls were very proud of their new “do’s”.
Here are some pics of our trip to the salon:
Having a snack while we wait for Mason to get his haircut. He’s pro, so we are taking notes.