First Haircut

I blog a lot about haircuts, and obsessively save locks of my girls' hair every time they get a snip at home.  M always has a chuckle about the ziplock baggies of little blond curls that he finds laying around the house when the girls get into their baby books and carry them off.

Confession time... I have a baby hair fetish.

I think I once said to a friend that if somebody out there could bottle up the smell and feel of a baby's head, he or she would make a lot of money from us sappy Mamas.  And I would be his or her first customer.

With each new baby, I swear anew that I will wait to cut her hair as long as possible.  C is not at the point yet where I would like to be cutting her hair, if I had my choice.  Because you know, once you cut the baby hair, it loses that wonderful soft wispiness and officially becomes blunt, coarse little kid hair.  But always, always when they reach that new toddler stage of squirminess, where hair bows and clips and ponytail holders get left in (if you can even get them in) for about 30 seconds before they are ripped out and thrown on the ground, I can no longer stand the hair in the eyes and I have to cut some bangs.

I can't see Mommy!!

Of course, the first bang cut is always too short and crooked, because I'm sure that even an expert stylist whom I would pay $30 to cut my child's hair could not cut bangs straight on a wiggly baby.

But when you see those baby blues revealed from underneath the shag, and how the bangs accentuate the adorable roundness of her face, and how even the crookedest of bang cuts looks adorable on a 15-month old, you don't feel as bad about having had to cut her hair.

(photo taken by N)

And when your new "big kid" baby blows you her first kiss with a new haircut

your heart melts even more at her toddler cuteness than it did when she was a baby.  (If that's even possible.)

And yes, C's first plastic baggie of hair is now saved away.  The first of many.