I had heard it before. Parents cutting their child's hair for the first time and saving it for years to come. Gross, why would you do that, it's just hair!?! That's what I would think to myself. Then out came Eva into this world! And my, did she have hair! Didn't see that one coming. Then it grew and grew and grew some more. But with being a baby and the funny ways hair grows at that stage in life, it looked, well, a bit awkward. Of course, as her mother, I didn't care. It was my precious baby's sweet hair that I touched when I first laid eyes on her wet, wrinkly, adorable self. How could I possibly cut it off? Unless I saved it, of course. Now I get it. Parents aren't gross, just lovestruck :)
So, we took the plunge. I sat behind Eva with a bowl, scissors and comb. And Jesse sat in front of Eva playing defense for me. With every snip of the scissors and clank of the bowl, Eva threw her head back in curiosity. I've never cut anyone's hair before nor had I used scissors on a moving target, but all in all, I'd say it turned out ok. We took Eva to church the next day and everyone thought I had had it professionally cut and asked me if I styled her hair that morning - yay for curly hair!
We are now the proud parents of a shorter-haired little sweetie... and a plastic bag of hair.
A day later I did a few touch ups...
Oh yeah, and I got a haircut, too!
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