At 3 1/2, I figured it was time to cross off another one of my daughter’s “firsts”.   I broke down and took her in for her first haircut.  I didn’t realize how attached to her adorable little baby curls I was, until they were laying on the floor.

Luckily, she finally realized that cutting her hair wouldn’t hurt (we had a few minor injuries with scissors at home that lead to her fear of getting her hair cut).  The staff at the salon even commented on how well she did.

I couldn’t bring myself to get her more than a trim, so I still have a few, sweet, baby curls to run my fingers through while brushing her hair.