Snip

There was only one way to describe Elise's hair after we had let it grow untouched and unsnipped for her first two years, and it's a word that seems to fit this situation perfectly: "ragamuffin."

So, with hair falling across her face and down to her chin we brought Elise in for her first haircut last week. The experience started days earlier, though, as we began to prep her for her first haircut. Basically that means just constantly repeating the same questions: "Where are we going tomorrow?" and "Are you going to get your hair cut?"

We decided to use a woman who cuts my hair.

Anni packed a couple of small snacks (ply 'er with fruit snacks) and Elise was fine until it was time to sit in the swivel chair alone. She wanted none of that. Given the choice of either coddling her and getting her hair cut or insisting she sit alone in the chair for her hair cut and watching her delve into complete meltdown, we opted for the former strategy and Anni sat in the chair with Elise on her lap. 

Deb (the stylist/hair cutter) did a great job cleaning up Elise's sandy-blonde and long locks. I think Anni said Elise had about 3 inches lopped from the back of her hair. It looks much better now.

Entertained with a sucker.