First haircut!

Well, her first proper haircut at the hairdressers I mean. I don't think resorting to using scissors to chop out a huge, tangled knot counts as a haircut does it? Because I've had to do that a few times. *blush*

Annabelle has lovely blonde curls and we've been happily letting them grow wild but when the child hates having her hair brushed and is also slightly (ok, very) averse to having her hair washed, it's hard to keep that mane under control. She's constantly brushing her fringe out of her eyes with jam-covered fingers. Ugh! So we decided we should probably get some professional advice on the subject. She knows all about haircuts because when mummy and daddy get one, she spends the whole day saying "Mummy, BOOOOO-ful haircut. Daddy BOOOOO-ful haircut". So we spent a few days leading up to the big event telling her it was her turn to have a booooful haircut!

Saturday morning came, and as soon as she woke up she reminded us that it was haircut day. The kid has a memory. We explained to her that she'd have to sit very still while the lady brushed her hair and she said "Lady make Annabelle cry?". We said no there'd be no reason to cry and she said again "Lady make Annabelle sad?". Who knows why she thought this was going to be a terrible experience?.. Possibly because me brushing her hair usually results in tears... or maybe she was remembering the last lady I took her to, and that would be the DENTIST! That one definitely made Annabelle cry.

So off we went and as it turned out, none of us had reason to be concerned. She sat in dad's lap while she got brushed and snipped and was very happy to watch the whole thing in the mirror. When the mirror got boring, they brought us some books. Clearly they had done this before. The end result was that we decided to leave her fringe to grow out but she (hairdresser) took about an inch off the bottom which she said was baby hair that would start breaking off anyway. She left with a beautiful butterfly clip, a nice neat part for the first time in her life, and swanned around the salon giving the royal wave to all the customers. "Byeeeee!! See ya laaaaater!!" and with that, dad bribed her with a marshmallow to get her out of the salon while I stayed and finished getting my colour done. She got a little certificate to mark the occasion, together with a handful of curls to take home in an envelope. And here are the pics of the big event: