This morning while I played with Natalie, though, I realized how selfish I’ve been in holding off on a haircut. The poor kid cannot see a thing unless I pull her hair out of her eyes with a barrette or elastic (which mostly end up lost on the roadside during one of our daily walks). The budgie is constantly trying to unstick her hair from her eyelids, or she is left partially blind because of the curtain of hair directly in her face.
So I worked up my courage and we got the kid a haircut. She behaved surprisingly well (the cookies and books and car keys and sippy cup remained in my purse for the entirety of the shearing!), but did spend the whole time giving her stylist the hairy eyeball (hardy-har-har).
When it was all over, I could feel myself getting all misty-eyed. It was such a simple event, and took less than five minutes, but it felt like this huge step for our baby girl. I realized that it’s the first thing we’ve ever changed about her appearance. Sure, I can dress her in preposterous outfits and make her suffer through pigtails, but actually altering her little self feels like a pretty big deal.
But I took a few deep breaths and fanned out my armpits a bit, and saw my baby all transformed into a big girl.