Mouse Trim

Today I took Carolina for her first haircut ever. This means that I had some of the hair she was born with removed from her head. Pause here, grab a kleenex. You can see how long I've put this off.

She was regal. She perched herself in that chair like a princess with a slew of ladies-in-waiting. She barely cracked a smile. She didn't move a muscle. But when it was over, she wanted me to lift her higher so she could get a better look, and then a look of sheer elation overtook her face. And my sweet friend, Joy, used the straight iron to put ringlets in her hair that Mouse now assumes I can replicate at home.

Here's our before:


During:




And after:


And so it begins.