ever since.(Sidebar: That bald spot she got still burns me to think about it. Not that it's the vanity of having to wait for a bald spot to fill in that bothers me. I just think if we would have had Megan at a better babysitter from the beginning, she never would have needed physical therapy last year. I suspect she was just left to play on her own--on her back--most of the day while we were at work...)
Around the time of her 18 month portraits, I started trying to cut her bangs myself. Like my
bangs, hers NEVER looked even, no matter what. Her 18 month portraits, while still adorable, are my lasting reminder to never go near my daughter's head with a pair of scissors again. I'll leave that to the professionals.After the bangs debacle, we let her hair grow. She has always been good about letting us comb it and keep it looking neat (as neat as a toddler's hair can be, anyway). She was ready for it to get evened out, though.
Last weekend we decided to go in for her first haircut since Todd had to get his cut anyway. I've heard other people's horror stories of their children's first visits to the salon, so I was a little nervous. Megan never knew that though. We previewed what would happen for her before we went. She was excited about the bright colored fishy smock she got to wear. Her hair was so long that it folded into a crease in the smock, so she had to stand throughout the cut. She didn't move a muscle the whole time. The stylist, while not very friendly, was quick and efficient. She ended up cutting off 2 1/2 inches from
the back.Megan thought it was the greatest thing! They gave her a sucker for being so good. Now she tells everyone they ought to go get a hair cut so they can get a sucker, too. :)
Like all of our "firsts" with her, this one wasn't drama at all. She's got to be one of the most laid back kids of all time.
