Oh my god, what have I done?

Don’t worry – I’m still alive! Yeah, you were really worried, weren’t you. I can tell. It’s just that I’ve been on vacation (by which I mean hanging out at the house with sick kiddos) on Friday and this weekend. And temporarily (if you can call days on end “temporarily”) without internet. But other than that I’m just fine. Only I think maybe I shouldn’t do that any more because I start doing crazy, life changing things. Like chopping all of my daughter’s hair off.

Only, it was sort of purpose. At first I was growing out Bee’s hair because I am lazy and because she sometimes said she wanted it longer. Okay, fine by me. Then, when her hair crept past her shoulders and further and further down her back, I started thinking that maybe I should let it grow really long so Bee could donate her hair to Locks of Love. Once that Grand Plan hit, I couldn’t back down, not even when Bee’s hair grew so long that it started looking freakish. I mean, how many 4-year-olds do you know who have hair down to their butts? But Bee kept insisting that she wanted long hair, despite all the tear-filled mornings as I combed out the tangles, so longer and longer and longer it grew.

This weekend, I couldn’t take it anymore. Her bangs were so long she was starting to look like Cousin It. Usually, Grandma Sue takes care of her bangs because she is nice like that and also because I refuse to pay Fantastic Sams $13 to get a kid’s bangs trimmed. And even though Grandma Sue is doing much better in rehab and even got to see the girls two weeks ago, she still isn’t anywhere near ready to be handing out haircuts. So we were going to need haircuts from a “booty shop” as Bee would say, and I wanted to get my money’s worth.

It was a great plan – until the stylist showed me how short Bee’s hair was going to be. Chin-length. You know, an idea is all great and wonderful until it comes time to chop off all your baby’s hair right before Christmas pictures. I hemmed and hawed and asked Bee if she wanted to wait one more month before The Big Trim. Nope, she was locked and loaded – she wanted it off. The stylist wasn’t the friendliest person – I imagine she wanted to just get the cut over with so she could move on to another client and make some more money – but she did work with me enough to at least make Bee’s hair seem longer: she gave her a “swinging” bob so that her hair was started at the nape of her neck in the back and got longer toward the front, so it was an inch or two below her chin. Bee has super-fine hair, so the layering and the bob gave her hair some actual body, too. Crap – my 4-year-old has better hair than I do.

Oh well. It’s for a great cause. Maybe a little girl with cancer can get a wig for Christmas now. Bee doesn’t quite get the concept, but she knows she’s helping little kids AND she feels like a rock star. Those two things are pretty much all that matters to me.

So Merry Christmas a little early, Locks of Love. I promise I got (most of) the mashed potatoes, syrup, and tangles out of her hair before I mailed it off. (I think.)

 

The "Before" shot - and this was a month ago.

I admit - I panicked a little when the stylist hacked it off in one fell swoop.

Do we take great self-portraits or what?

Look how short the back is! Panic! Panic!

 

 

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Tags: hair, haircuts, Locks of Love