So Emma had her first bang cut today. I won’t go as far as to say it was her first haircut, since there wasn’t much hair actually cut. But something had to be done about those bangs, especially with my sister’s wedding coming up in September. Plus, I’d like to get her 2-year photos taken next week.
I wasn’t sure where to go since we all know Miss Emma’s personality, but then I spotted an ad for a new kid-friendly place super close to our house. I wasn’t doing anything drastic — we were just trimming some bangs so the poor girl could see — but I knew I needed a place with lots of distractions.
I purposely scheduled first thing in the morning so it wouldn’t be busy and ended up with a really sweet girl named Sarah that didn’t seem clueless. Actually, I knew she’d be okay when she said that she often tries to convince parents that bangs don’t need to start at the back of the head and that only a few are necessary. Bingo!
In fact, I knew I probably could have attempted this trim on my own since it was only a few bangs, but with Emma’s many colics, I thought it was best to trust a professional.
So off we went this morning. We talked about it all morning, but I’m not sure Emma really knew what was going to happen. She loved the place at first glance though. There were toys and balls and a choo-choo train. When it was time to pick her chair, she didn’t seem interested until I showed her the firetruck that she could drive and that had a bell. Plus it was in front of a TV.
She didn’t want a cape on until I bribed her with some crackers and convinced her it was a bib. She accepted, and Miss Sarah started the trim.
About 1 minute later, we were done. Sarah was nice enough to put Emma’s “lock” of hair in a baggie for me, although there wasn’t much at all. I opted out of the first haircut photo and certificate because I didn’t think it really counted. We’ll do that next time.
Of course, then Emma didn’t want to leave. We walked around for a few more minutes, playing ball and moving the cho-cho down the tracks. Then I finally convinced her that it was time to go home and play outside. She wouldn’t say “bye” or “thank you” to Miss Sarah, but talked about her the whole way home and at lunch. Go figure.
Here are a few shots of our little experience this morning. Later this afternoon is our 24-month check up. I’m hoping a good nap will make this as easy as the haircut!
