A First Haircut {Sort of}

Don't worry, Hugo's luscious locks are safe from the scissors, tucked in a man bun for at least the next ohhhhh, year. 

This is a story about Stella's first (sort of) hair cut. Waaaay back when she was just a wee little thing in Japan, she got a haircut. It did not go so well.

She had been twirling her hair with such ferocity that she pulled half of it out, and something drastic (scissors!!) needed to be done. Anyway, my sweet sensitive girl flipped.  She literally screamed the entire shop down, and launched a domino reaction that left, literally, every child within earshot (including all the children getting their hair cut along side her) crying in terror. 

So, obviously we haven't go down that road again.

We'd keep suggesting a cut, and she'd keep reacting with fear. Nope. She wouldn't have it. No. Never. And for the most part, we let it go, trusting (hoping!) that maybe one day she'd be ready for a cut on her own. 

Slowly, she began showing signs of readiness. She saw her friends come home from a cut with lollies in hand, and that was pretty major. She asked to go and get her hair styled at the kiddy cut place in our mall. And that was pretty cool. She started taking an interest in her father's hair cuts, going with him to the barber shop.

And then, this weekend, Sunday night at bedtime, she asked for a haircut. I decided to strike while the iron was hot, buck off school for the day, and take her for a cut. And it was great! She wasn't nervous at all. In fact, she told me to go sit somewhere else, not next to her, because *eye roll* she's not a baby. So. 

Anyway, here's some pictures if you'd like to see.