Supermodel

Sunday, I took Frances for her first professional haircut, at a place called Melonhead which is just for kids. The chairs are cars and boats and horses; everything is child-sized; and when you're done you get a lollipop, a chocolate, some stickers, and a free ride in either the rocket-ship or the racecar (the sort of motorized rides you typically find for a toonie near a food court). I didn't know this before I took Frances; I only knew that they cut kids' hair for a reasonable price and it looked like fun. Also, I've been cutting Frances's hair myself since she was four months old, and every cut rendered it less and less even, so I knew that I would need professional help in restoring it to a baseline level of eveness.

Considering I've been cutting her hair myself for almost two years, it's not surprising. And yes, that first cut at four months was absolutely necessary. It was already so long that it was getting in her eyes. When she was born it was already dark and thick and at least an inch long--and she was a month early. Erik and I joke that if she'd gone to term she would have been born wearing ponytails.

Just our luck, the boy sitting right next to Frances was having his first haircut (the grandma sprinting around the seat to catch it on film was a dead giveaway) and he was screaming his head off. Frances was a trooper, as always, but every once in a while she would look over at the boy, and her eyes would get wide, and she would look at us and say, "The boy is very sad!" And then she would start getting misty and crying herself. But a moment or two of distraction was all it took to keep her calm enough for the hairdresser to work her magic: It was even! Almost perfectly even!

Then came the blowdrying (not fun) and the sparkly hairspray (also not fun, but very pretty). She got her lollipop and her chocolate and her stickers, but declined the ride. I bought her a little dress at Baby Gap for Easter, since both sets of grandparents are coming for Easter dinner, one all the way from Montreal.

After we got home, Erik started up the barbeque and Frances went to her perch on the stepstool to watch him. I took out the camera and snapped some pictures. They are up on her photos site now. Those of you who do not have access will just have to take my word for it: they are breathtaking. She is gorgeous. I can't take my eyes off her.

(And Marla: there is one picture of Josephine up from the Museum. She's not looking at the camera and the site is password protected, but if you want me to take it down, just say the word.)

Posted by Andrea at April 11, 2006 7:53 AM under Beanie Baby Brags

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