Hallie was born with hair, in fact, I can’t remember exactly, but I think she came from the womb with a pony tail. (The details are a little fuzzy!) And since that first day in the hospital, I have loved her hair. Loved it so much I refused to cut it. Yes, for a while it was a little awkward, on the brink of a mullet, but none the less cute and curly. I think my mom trimmed her bangs one time because it bothered her that they were in her eyes. But we gave it some time and her hair was long enough to pull back in a pony tail on the top of her head. And then it was long enough for a pony tail on both sides, and then one long pony tail in the back. Her hair is naturally curly so you never really noticed how long it was, unless it was wet.
My love for her long hair started to fade as I would have to brush oatmeal, spaghetti and suckers out of her hair. Untangling it after bath time and after nap time. I got to the point where I was okay to cut it all off (okay, maybe only 5 inches) even if it meant losing all of her curls. And that we did. Hallie had never seen the scissors used on hair (for good reason of course!) so we had to explain that mom is the ONLY one that uses scissors for hair. She was so excited to have her hair trimmed. We made it a special event for her and she loved every minute. I was pleased with my first haircut on a child, (Steve does sit more still) and even more pleased that it’s easier to manage! However, I was sad to see that perfect ringlet curl drop to the ground.