Coco had her first haircut this week. She doesn’t have all
that much hair, but what she has was, in her words, “a hot mess”. I wonder where
she learned that?
I think first haircuts strike fear and sadness in the hearts
of most mothers. Sadness because the baby is growing up so quickly. Fear
because you don’t know how the child is going to react when the scissor appears
in the stylist’s hand. Luckily for Coco (and I) she has been watching her
brothers happily get their hair cut for the last two years.
Here’s Vincent’s first haircut at 23 months.
And Franklin at 18 months. He has always had the best hair
in the family.
Coco choose to sit in the big kid seat- no cars for her.
Apparently she didn’t get the memo that explains why parents fork out $20 for a
two-year-old’s haircut- so they can get a cute photo in the car. So sad for me!
She did, however, choose to watch Dora the Explorer.
Wendy cut her hair. We only get haircuts when we can get an
appointment with Wendy. This may seem silly, but Franklin got a very bad cut
once when Wendy wasn’t available. Luckily Wendy fixed it the next day. Wendy is
five months pregnant. You better believe we will get haircuts before she goes
on maternity leave.
Coco received a nice blow out and style. I was envious.
When we were leaving Wendy commented that she didn’t look as
much like a baby anymore, to which Colette said, “I’m not a baby, I’m Coco.”
She’s not a baby, she’s my Coco.