Last night, I decided it was time to give Poppy her first haircut. Her ringlets are often quite tousled and out of control, but when she began to grow what looked like a ringlet rat tale I knew something had to be done. I have, on many occasions, cut my own curly hair with the kitchen scissors with both great and not so great results. Curly hair hides a lot of sins, that I know for sure.
I was a little nervous about cutting Poppy’s virgin curls, but I strapped her into her booster seat, Daddy distracted her with funny animal videos on you tube, and I gave her a little curly bob. I quickly collected the lost curls for her baby book and released my restless toddler.
I spent the rest of the evening admiring the fresh cut curls as they bounced prettily around her shoulders and marveled at how quickly these milestones come upon us. Some days it is like watching grass grow, but other days it is like watching a wildfire rip through, both can be equally difficult in their own rite.