My Baby's Growing Up!

Oh my...my baby is growing up.  I remember my Mom saying this when I was a kid and rolling my eyes.  Now, it's my turn I guess.  The little one has wanted to cut her hair short since before Christmas.  I didn't have a problem with the big kid asked at 4 years old...in fact, I helped her convince Daddy that it was just hair and off to the salon we went.  I remember gushing about how fabulous she looked and how happy I was that we cut it for her.

Second time around, I was not so easily convinced.  Perhaps it is because we had a bad hair experience with her first cut (she came out looking like a boy!).  Regardless, I loved her flowing, wavy blond hair...she looked so darned cute and I could put it in pig tails and braid them and it was just fabulous. 

Yesterday, I just couldn't take it anymore and made an appointment with a hair salon and this is the result.

Remember, the hairdresser has to do all kinds of things to it that I won't...things involving hairblowers and straightening irons...so who knows what it's going to look like after we wash it!  My Mom asked how it looks and I said "different"...really, it just looks so different to me, I don't think it has set in.  So scary to let them have some independence at 4 years old...next thing she'll be wanting coloured streaks!  That's where I draw the line!  LOL!