Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I finally broke down and trimmed Sophie's hair yesterday. The wispy mullet was finally just too much for even a doting mother to love.
I truly thought that it would be no big deal to just snip snip and be done with it. Leaving behind a perfectly straight line of hair. What I hadn't factored in was my daughter's absolute inability to sit still and her insatiable curiosity.
From the minute I brought out the scissors, she was craning her neck trying to see what I had. I suppose I made a mistake in trying to be surreptitious with them, hiding them at my side as I approached her. I know there is nothing more alluring than something just out of reach/eyesight. Before she knew what to expect, I swooped in and managed to get the first clip without poking her delicate flesh with the kitchen shears. It went straight down hill from there.
While I did no physical harm to her, it would be seriously stretching it to say that I did a good job. It looked like I used scalloped scissors to cut her hair. It went up and then down and then up and down again. I'm pretty sure I would be able to cut a straighter line on the back of my own head without a mirror.
When Neil got home, he held her and tried to distract her while I attempted to even out my earlier hack job. I am happy to say that I was able to straighten it out a little and she now has a mostly passable 'do.
Every day I see a little less of the baby and a little more of the kid. Today, with her new look, she is even further away from that tiny little bundle I held so close. While so much of me is loving seeing the beautiful little girl she is becoming, I am also nostalgic.