Okay. . . so my daughter has a lot of hair. Lots. From day one, everywhere I take her I get hair comments.
I love her hair. When Genevieve was born she looked nothing like me. Nothing. She was her Father’s daughter and seeing as how I am married to a good looking man, I was happy about it. But part of me felt like, come on. . . I carried you, I pushed you out, and you look your Dad? But her hair. . . it come from me. It might be her Daddy’s color, but ALL THAT HAIR, that’s from me. My siblings and I were born with our fair share of hair as well. So she could look like Jonathan all she wanted. . . at least I could claim the hair! Nowadays she looks a lot like both of us. . . but 10 months ago. . . I was attached to all that hair.
And then it grew. And grew. And became a mullet.
So it was time for her first hair cut.
My Mom was visiting and it seemed as good of a time as any so we did it. Evie sat on Jonathan’s lap and ate animal crackers (a major treat as sugar is not abounding in her diet) while I started snipping. I just took a couple of inches off mostly in the back but did snip just a little on the sides to keep it even.
disclaimer. . . .none of these photos are in focus. . . our camera really stinks coupled with me giving my mom no instructions as to how to deal with the camera’s any issues resulted in blurry photos. . .but they are what we have so I will share anyways :)
Speaking of mullets above reminded me of a funny story. When I look back at the things my friends and I did to entertain ourselves in high school I always have to laugh. I wasn’t a party-er and neither were most of my friends so we got creative. I don’t remember the specific details. . . or even who I was with . . . but I know one night we went mullet hunting. I think we split onto two teams each armed with a video camera and were given a time to meet back together and went on search of as many mullets as we could get on camera. I remember stopping at bowling alleys among other ‘mullet hotspots’ and trying to video tape people inconspicuously. Oh man. . .
Today I am thankful for cool weather.