Until recently. When I noticed a bunch of split ends. In Cherry's baby fine hair. SPLIT ENDS! NOOOOO!
At the time, Armondo and I were cuddled with her in her bed reading a bedtime story. I said out loud how I noticed she needed a cut, and I started quietly whining to Armondo about how much I really didn't want to do that!
But then I asked Cherry if she wanted a hair cut.
Her answer: "LET'S GO!"
"Ha ha, sorry sweety, not right now! You have to go to bed now; we'll do it another day!"
That was a couple of weeks ago, and every day I've brushed her hair and almost shed tears thinking about losing her baby curls.
To me, it's more than just the curls though. It's the "baby" part. Because I had Peach so soon after Cherry, Cherry didn't have much time to be the "baby". She was out of her crib early, (partially due to the baby coming, partially due to the fact that she's CRAZY and would climb everything and was thisclose to being able to climb out of the crib.) She had her jolly jumper and swing taken away early (more because we were trying to sell the house, and our realtor told us to get them out of the way.) and I put away all of the "baby" toys on her first birthday when I replaced them all with toddler toys. (Those baby toys will be leaving the house soon all together, because honestly, I can't stand them, so Peach will be deprived of her baby toys soon too!)
Cherry was also a pretty early walker, and was fearless from day one. I wouldn't go so far as to say that she's "gifted" or a child genius, but she's always been able to talk circles around kids her age. Those two factors, combined with her being tall, have also made her less of a baby to me.
The only thing left that was "baby" was her curls. And I was so sad thinking about them being cut off. Even if she had a rat's nest mullet.
But today was the day.
This is actually a look of excitement, not fear.
"So, what do you want me to do, exactly?"
"Umm.. she has split ends, and I really don't want you to cut off her curls, but *sniff* if that's all you can do, then *sniff* I guess that's ok."
"Well, I can just take a little bit off. I don't have to take off that much."
"*sniff* ok, just do what you have to do!"
The little sister, waiting patiently.
NOT sitting still. Not even for a sucker. But not freaking out either.
And Voila! All done. Still mullety....
But she still has curls!!! I big puffy heart the hair dresser!
And Cherry was so happy with her sucker, her new weird comb thing, and her new "hair tut" that she did a little pigeon toed dance for everyone in the waiting area!
Oh yeah, and Cherry did fine too.
ETA: Now, the day after, I LOVE the haircut! It's so cute! And she had random comments on it today when we were out. The curls and waves are adorable! Getting her hair cut was a GREAT IDEA! Ha ha