Girl’s Life

Sophia got her first real haircut this weekend. By real, I mean one that didn’t involve me hacking off her bangs, but that involved an actual professional hair stylist clipping and shaping. Sophia had these fabulous flippy hair “wings” on the side of her head that had been needing some attention for quite awhile now. And, despite rather enjoying the humor of the Farrah Fawcett look on my 11-month-old, I figured it was time to get some professional help. (See before shot here.) I was going to try clipping them myself, but well, I knew she’d end up with the dreaded baby mullet, and that’s just not something I was prepared to live with.

So my wonderful and talented sister-in-law Kris, who also happens to be a hair stylist by trade, offered to snip Sophia’s hair into shape. Sophia sat still for about 10 seconds, and then sis-in-law had her work cut out for her. (I was so not trying to make a terrible pun there. I promise!)

All of this is not terribly monumental, but I mention it because it brought us one step closer to my baby becoming a kid, which seems to be happening more and more often these days. As soon as Kris cut the hair, she whipped it up into adorable little pigtails. And there you go — instant toddler. The cute factor was enormous, as usual, and many photos were snapped to memorialize the occasion. (I don’t save strands of hair, but I do take plenty of pictures. Gotta draw the line somewhere.)

Sophia, of course, loved every second of the attention, as any future rock star would, and wanted to sit on top of daddy’s shoulders while we were waiting to be seated for dinner so she could show off her new look.