Hair diaries

Saturday morning the monkey woke up asking if we could go get her a haircut.  I was pretty excited for a summer cut until she said, and I quote, "I want to cut it really short like a boy."  Cue cold sweat running down my neck.  Dear lord, don't let this curly haired child, nay curly haired GIRL I always dreamed of, cut her hair like a boy.  This is probably the universes cruel way of getting me back for all the times my mom took me to barber to cut my hair short when all I wanted was long hair.  There are stories floating around of her dropping me off and me telling her I cut my hair only for her to march me back in and have them cut it for real. Bad mom, bad mom (love you!).  Anyhoo, I regress. Luckily the person cutting her hair didn't even ask what we wanted to do with it.  Praise Elmo! However, small victory as it were, I don't think I'll be going back somewhere they don't even ask what we want (again, no complaints this time!).

Frizz Bomb!

Stylist: 'I'd never have guessed her hair was this long - it's REALLY curly!'

Finished product - not like a boy!

The little prince really needs a hair cut.  Okay, he really really really needs a hair cut.  Mostly because he lives most of his life like this...

But doesn't he just look like a dreamy California surfer boy?  Dream big little man.  Dream big.  I must confess I'm also head over heels for the ombre effect he has going on too.  That baby dark hair is still hanging on to the ends.  Jealous?  Perhaps.  However, the main reason I could not bring myself to cut his hair was that that very morning the curl appeared.  THE CURL!

 Be still my heart little prince.  I will let your hair live!