I have been noticing lately that I don't always have enough time in the day for basics like combing my hair or braiding it. As such, I had decided it was about time to make another donation to
Locks of Love. As far as I can tell, this is the fourth time I distinctly remember donating to them (though I'd swear I donated to them one additional time before John donated in 2001). In any case, Penny and I headed to the salon on Saturday and I got the big chop for me. She made lots of friends and I got a spiffy new do. The price tag always appalls me, but as Dan pointed out $75 every three years is far cheaper than his annual costs for hair cuts. I was a little disappointed at first because the haircut looked very straight and Dan commented that I looked like Lois from Malcolm in the Middle. I wasn't necessarily going for the standard "mom cut." But then I finally found time to shower and my hair resumed its natural body and I was much more pleased with the look. No, I don't have bangs - that's just the hair I've regrown since Paul was born. Makes my hair kind of crazy in rain, but the "bangs" curl nicely in humidity and I actually kind of like that.
Having laid the groundwork with our trip to the salon, I had hoped Penny might be ok with phase two of the plan. Her hair takes a good 20 minutes to comb. It looks cute and curly uncombed, but it begins to collect dust bunnies like you wouldn't believe. For the last couple of weeks, I have not found one opportunity to comb it in a post-bath situation, which is when it is most manageable. Finally, today we got baths done early in the day and then sat down to watch Dora, which is just engrossing enough that she doesn't mind all the pulling at knots. She complained so little about the combing that I took the opportunity to cut her hair - her very first haircut ever! She didn't even notice. After I cut off a big pony tail of hair, I had to trim a bit to even things out and she asked about the flower petal that hit her hand. I said I didn't know what she was talking about and then put in the braid and bow she had requested. We continued about our morning routine for a while and it just kept eating at me. Surely, someone at school would notice, comment, and then we'd have a full-on breakdown on our hands. Every time I asked about cutting her hair, she had said no. People comment on her beautiful hair EVERYWHERE we go. She even has the girly hair fling down pat.
Finally, I asked her to feel her braid. She said she had a pony tail, not a braid (because it was so much shorter than usual). I held up the little cut pony tail and admitted that I'd cut her hair. She was a bit stunned, but didn't go crazy. I asked her to go upstairs to the full-length mirror so we could check out how her hair looks. We unbraided it and it looked a little wild - she was horrified. I did a little wet brushing and it calmed, curled more like it normally does, and she seemed a bit more pleased. I showed her how easily it brushed and she enjoyed brushing it herself for a while. She seemed pretty pleased with it in the end. I'm excited if she's now able to brush it. The few times Dan has tried to brush her hair, he's all but thrown his hands up in frustration because it's just such unfamiliar territory for him. Hopefully, between the two of them, they can figure out how to keep those curls in check when the new little one arrives.
Penny went to school with her new do tied back in a pony tail with a bow. Not one person noticed. Not sure whether to be sad or happy on that one. Glad I admitted my actions to her face, though. She's such a good natured little person. Perhaps I just didn't give her enough credit.
Next on the agenda - Mr. Paul's haircut. The last one was a two day affair because he just won't sit still for the process. Wish me luck!
Having laid the groundwork with our trip to the salon, I had hoped Penny might be ok with phase two of the plan. Her hair takes a good 20 minutes to comb. It looks cute and curly uncombed, but it begins to collect dust bunnies like you wouldn't believe. For the last couple of weeks, I have not found one opportunity to comb it in a post-bath situation, which is when it is most manageable. Finally, today we got baths done early in the day and then sat down to watch Dora, which is just engrossing enough that she doesn't mind all the pulling at knots. She complained so little about the combing that I took the opportunity to cut her hair - her very first haircut ever! She didn't even notice. After I cut off a big pony tail of hair, I had to trim a bit to even things out and she asked about the flower petal that hit her hand. I said I didn't know what she was talking about and then put in the braid and bow she had requested. We continued about our morning routine for a while and it just kept eating at me. Surely, someone at school would notice, comment, and then we'd have a full-on breakdown on our hands. Every time I asked about cutting her hair, she had said no. People comment on her beautiful hair EVERYWHERE we go. She even has the girly hair fling down pat.
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