Isa gets a Hair cut
Before the snow began falling earnestly, the entire family trucked out to Cookie Cutters. Thanks to P. for the idea. Each kid gets to pick where they sit. The stylist, just couldn’t cut the entire dreds off, she sort of combed it out a little then went for the snip. It must be hard for a stylist to hear, cut it off. But it is so long…..
She didn’t say that, I am imagining what I would say. You see, I would say that. I am saying that. Honestly, she has been asking for short hair for about a month now, maybe longer. I keep it long, because I had assumed that she had hair like Papa, which can get out of control easily when short. Something inside of me kept her hair long. As those of you who know her sister, I had no such problem with her. Even when she wears pink, some people think that she is a boy. OOPs…
As with all things internet, I try to do as many things as possible. While I have been writing this post, waiting for the photos to upload, and chatting with V on Facebook, I found a link to a hat contest, involving Isa’s hats.
My very best friend from fourth grade on, has taken it upon herself to single handedly start raising money. As I understand it she isn’t plodding away alone in some basement, but never-the-less, this is a daunting task. She also has some cool stuff besides hats too. Check out Love Knots 4 Baby Clothing.
She still doesn’t seem sure about what to think, but it might just be that she is watching television. It seemed to work. Meanwhile, G. alternates sliding down the slide that they have in the waiting area, and sitting in a tiny chair watching television. Neither daughter saw that they have a child-sized door to a child-size potty–which was probably a good thing.
It is hard for me to see Isa with short hair. I feel like it is my transition to no hair. So, rather than all of a sudden having a child sans hair, I get to edge into it slowly.