Post #15: The Haircut

So while this post may only mark the half-way point in the thirty-day blogfest, it happens to be our 100th overall blogpost. Thus, the need for something drastic and remarkable.

Does this count?









I guess Jason has found a new outlet for all of his creative energy.

While Brooklyn has been talking for a while about wanting a haircut, we didn't take her seriously until this morning when her balking and bawling about having her hair washed became unbearable. After wrestling Brooklyn into the tub, Jason came out armed with scissors--he was determined to win the war.

And so, with nothing better to do on a drizzly, overcast morning, we stripped our little Brooklyn of her most identifying characteristic--those gorgeous blond locks.

While at first it was all fun and games, as soon as Jason started to cut, I went into an absolute panic. I was admittedly obnoxious--fussing and fretting like a mother hen, offering banal "suggestions" and "advice" until Jason finally asked me to go into the other room. I went into the other room, puttered around for a moment, and came right back. I simply couldn't endure being separated from my baby during the "operation." I thought I'd experienced scissor shock before, but nothing has ever compared to this. I confess that on several occasions I wished that we'd left such serious business to the professionals.

Fortunately, while he may be an amateur, Jason did a great job. Brooklyn is thrilled with her new look. Now that I've had a little bit of time to adjust, I admit that I love it too. The pictures don't really do the cut justice--you can't capture the "swoosh" when she bounces her head around. :) Even better, it only takes twenty seconds to do hair instead of twenty minutes. I guess I've learned that hiding beneath my baby's golden locks was a charming little girl yearning to be set free from her web of tangles.