Finally

There are a lot of "firsts" in the beginning years of a child's life that are wrapped up in quite a bit of sentimentality. First foods, first words, first steps... first haircuts.

So as it turns out, I'm a little slow getting around to that last one. It was simultaneously sentimental and unnecessary for so many years, that waiting until she had enough hair to cut only made the event more sentimental. And the recent premier of Rapunzel sure didn't help her desire to have her hair cut, either!

Hair length hasn't exactly been Libby's forte in life. Even at her first birthday, you can see besides a small whiff above her ear, there wasn't even much there for the cutting had I wanted to go for her first 'do.


At her second birthday, I was just barely able to get a little barrette into the top, and wasn't about to take off any of her length.


So here we are at birthday number five, and what do you know, the girl needs a haircut. Adorable, no doubt, but admittedly a little scraggly.


The main problem comes from the fact that 90% of her hair length was from a small section of hair right at the crown of her head. Other than that it was hardly past her shoulders. And while it's nice to have a little length wherever she can get it, one long tail down the back is not exactly a hairstyle she will look back and thank me for in later years.


I had wanted to take her to a real salon because, well, when you only get a haircut once in five years, it's not exactly something you want to screw up. But then showing up on time for appointments is not exactly my strong suit right now with a small baby, so I decided to just go for it, and we turned the living room into Salon De Mama.

She was a good sport, sitting mostly pretty still. She was excited to have her hair cut, and was not at all sad or scared. It's hardly perfect, but luckily the curls in her hair help to blend it all in. But I think it turned out pretty cute.


It certainly looks more fresh, anyway. Out with the ragamuffin look!


As she sat coloring that night, her hair dried into cute little waves that fell lightly over her shoulders, and I was so happy we went for it. As I cut her hair I tried to repeatedly emphasize the point that MOM and ONLY MOM is allowed to take scissors to her (or anyone else's) hair, so hopefully we won't have any more blog-worthy hair cutting posts for quite awhile!