Or rather, Olivia had her first trim-of-the-hairs. She had a few friends up top that needed a little shaping up, so Ryan and I set up our own beauty shop in her room, complete with a light purple salon chair and super fancy scissors. Ryan and I each did some trimming, considering that this was an oh so very importnat milestone.
Judging by the length of the hairs-to-be-trimmed in comparison to the rest of the hair on her head – and since she was born with them sticking up and out – I’d wager those few hairs had been growing since eight months in utero, if I were a betting woman.
At first she was a happy child.
But then,
“Arggh.”
“Bleggh!”
Then relief. It was over.
“Heh!”
Four hairs trimmed. All in a day’s work.
