This was actually her first hair cut. We think she was about 12 months old at the time. Happy birthday and pass the clippers!
This photo makes me sad. She seems so sad and missing that special little spunk she always has.
It's seems our girl is a tad bit follically challenged. Likely the reason they shaved her down to a cue ball thinking it would help her hair grow back thicker. 2 years later, nope. Didn't work. Still follically challenged.
But almost 2 years later, it was time for her first hair cut. Her hair was getting pretty bad and scraggly looking. I-just-stuck-my-finger-in-a-light-socket looking. I-slept-under-a-bridge looking. My-mama-only-has-time-to-blog-and-take-an-insane-amount-of-photos looking. So a hair cut was in order. And I'd be a poor example of a proud mama if I didn't document the whole thing!
Enter stage left... Susan.
My angel Susan.
Heavenly sent Susan.
Susan has come to our home every 8 weeks for over 10 years and 4 children now. I give her a glass of wine, and over several hours, she cuts... almost all 9 of us. Some, who shall remain nameless, require additional maintenance like coloring massive amounts of grey and brow tweezing. Susan does it all.
So Susan gave Mimi her first haircut too!
Now before you think Mimi was one of those kiddos who was traumatized by even the sight of the scissors...
...let me explain that she's actually ticked off because she has to wait her turn. She's a gal that wants what she wants when she wants it! And she does not wait for Jude!
Can I get an Amen?
But once I took her shirt off, indicating that her turn was coming, her tone changed.
Maybe it was the fact that she got to play on my phone. No matter. She was happy and still.
Ahhhhh, that's better!