So I did something this morning. Kind of on a whim. I cut my baby girl’s hair. First hair cuts are always a pretty big deal but not everyone’s barely 2-year-old has hair down to her hips. So it was a SUPER big deal.
I’ve been pulling for a cute summer bob for awhile but Daniel wasn’t ready to say goodbye to her baby curls. So I put him on hair washing/conditioning/detangling duty which he graciously accepted and uncomplainingly carried out for several weeks. But with the big road trip coming up he agreed that it was time.
About a month ago she started fighting me on doing ANYTHING with her hair except let it hang down like a waterfall over her face. This morning she straight up refused to let me put it in a pony tail, so I said, “If you don’t let Mommy get your hair out of your eyes, you’re gonna need a hair cut.” “I wanna hair cut,” was the reply. So I pulled out the scissors and voila!
And see how cute?!!!
So how bout a little stroll down memory lane for all the times Gwen’s hair was on fleek?
She did emerge from the womb, not just with hair, but with a HAIR DO:
Hair in the food has always been the name of her game, but it was semi-manageable when she was a baby.
Now not so much. But before she refused any hair styling, she did rock the top knot.
And the Little House on the Prairie look was a good one, too.
It was fun brushing off my french braiding skills.
And I’m glad that we have documentation of her amazing tresses in our recent family photos (by Crown and Bough Photography):
She’s diggin’ it:
And it looks a lot like Lucy’s hair at this age:
Do you love it? Or are you too mad to talk to me. It’s ok, I get it. I can’t help but be a little sad about the trim, too. She was a baby hair sensation. She may need to consider re-branding. 😉