You may remember a few months ago the big hullabaloo about Annabel getting a haircut. Basically it was me vs. the world (okay just my family) where I wanted to get it cut, and my family acted as though her hair was the secret to world peace and cutting it would basically mean I wanted the earth to explode. Or something. But 99% of you agreed with me that a haircut was no biggie and my family conceded that I am the end-all and be-all of Annie hair. Or something. There was only one small problem: I felt like crap on a stick, and taking Annie for a haircut was toward the bottom of my energy priority list.
Last week Annie’s haircut finally moved up on the list. My mom and I used to go to the same hairstylist for years, and now that stylist’s daughter does my mom’s hair. I made an appointment with her for Annie’s cut. I then spent lots of time prepping Annie for the AWESOME that is a HAIRCUT! Mama gets haircuts! Gramma gets haircuts! Even Rigby gets haircuts! Big girls go to fancy salons and get pampered like princesses and get lollipops! I was also careful to tell Annie that she was going to get her hair “cut long.” She was very adamant that she still have long hair. That was fine with me – I didn’t want her first haircut to be something drastic that would shock her.
When we walked into the salon I could tell she was trying to take in the whole environment. But within five seconds of stepping into the building, a bunch of people started cooing all over her. Annie quickly realized that she was about to get a LOT of attention, and she ate it up.
She hopped into the chair and Jen, the stylist, wrapped a brightly colored smock around her.
Jen has a daughter that’s only a few months younger than Annie, so she knew all the right questions to ask Annie to distract her while she combed out her hair.
I knew that Annie would do great during a haircut because it had her three favorite things: attention, talking, and a mirror. I did NOT know how Annie would do with the actual cutting of the hair. Would it freak her out to see her hair falling to the ground? But Jen had that covered: She was sure to hold her hand in such a way that she caught all of Annie’s hair as she cut it. No trauma involved!
The whole thing took maybe ten minutes total. I asked Annie if she loved her haircut, and she shouted, “YEAH!”
I gave her a lollipop for being awesome.
I had Jen cut off about two inches, and at first glance it doesn’t look very different. But oh, I can tell. Her curls look better (they didn’t go away!), and it’s a million-billion (that’s a real number) times easier to comb through in the morning.
Even Mike had to admit that her hair doesn’t look shorter (his biggest fear) but it definitely “looks bouncier.”
I won’t say, “I told you so,” and will instead simply point to her hair during our next “I’m right and you’re wrong” argument. Booya!