Our second daughter had the first haircut this past Sunday. It all started spontaneous. When I was cutting my first daughter’s bangs in my bathroom on Sunday, December 19, 2010, my younger one walked in and asked if she could have a haircut as well.
I didn’t give my first girl a haircut until after she had turned three. We learned from our Israeli couple friends that in Israel boys don’t get their first haircut until their 3rd birthdays. I thought that was a really neat custom, so I adopted the part of not cutting the hair till 3 years old for my own children even though ours are girls. I loved seeing the tips of baby hair on my girls for 3 years! Both times after the haircut, my husband was the only one who was sad about shorter hair. Apparently he likes their hair long!
Here you are looking at two things; bangs and bruise. I feel the need to add an explanation. She tripped and bumped her face on the coffee table. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Listen! I’m telling you the truth! Don’t you hate it when your kid trips and bruises in such place that people might think you’re doing something at home? Sigh.
My second child has my husband’s colors and was born with blond hair, so cutting the tip of blond hair with cute curls was a big deal to me and my husband. She doesn’t have this any more!
My husband says it’s my fault she no longer has these curls. Honey, we have to cut her hair at some point. Otherwise she’ll look like Sasquatch.