The first official haircut

A tough day for everyone

Charlotte has been asking for a haircut for weeks now.  She was excited when Matt and I each got ours cut recently.  After her gym class today, we went into the kids' hair salon.  There was a 15 minute wait.  My first thought was "This won't end well.  We should leave."  But there was a train table and other toys so we settled in. 

I overheard a stylist asking her little client where he was going to fly in his airplane chair.  Another stylist turned on the clippers and helped a scared boy realize it wasn't too loud and it would only tickle.  I realized we were in the right place. 

Charlotte's name was called (not by one of the previously mentioned sylists) and she asked to ride in the Taxi chair.  The stylist tossed the smock around Charlotte and Charlotte panicked.  The stylist tightened her grip and buttoned the smock around Charlotte's neck.  I asked Charlotte if she'd prefer to be on my lap, but the stylist insisted this would be faster.  Charlotte was offered a lollipop which she quickly ate and I then tried to distract her by talking about lunch.  I reminded her we had some pizza leftover.  The stylist then told me she'd ordered pizza last night and she told her husband she really didn't like pizza anymore, or maybe it's the type she was getting (the white sauce and spinach)..... Charlotte's screaming during this entire episode and the lady just kept blabbing at me.  She did pause her story to tell me "I'm not hurting her" and "Don't worry, it [the crying] doesn't bother me."  It bothered me!!  We went to a children's salon.  Show some compassion lady.  Charlotte has made clear she will not "go back to the haircut store anymore.  Mama will cut my hair now." 

I spent the rest of the day feeling guilty I hadn't just pulled her out of the chair as soon as she got upset.  It's not like she's getting her vaccinations.  There's no reason she absolutely had to have her hair cut today.  Thankfully, we all survived in the end.  We won't go back, but that's ok.  There are much better ways I can spend 20 bucks. 

Eating the lollipop.  Life isn't so so bad. 

Lollipop is done.  Get me outta here.  
(Note: This picture makes me tear up.  Over.  And over.  And over. )



First pony tail on my red splotchy babe.