Snip, snip
One of the things Mädchen seems to have inherited from Gretchen was her hair (which Guy, our stylist in Basel, called "fine"). While some of her friends had several haircuts before they turned one year old, Mädchen barely even had any hair at that age. As of her second birthday, she still hadn't had her first haircut--not even a little trim at home. The closest she had come is when she sat in Gretchen's lap once in Basel when Guy was giving her a haircut.
But lately, as Gretchen's Mom might have said, she was starting to look like a ragamuffin. Even though her hair is thin and wispy, it was getting stringy, falling into her eyes, etc.
The thought of having her get a haircut was daunting, because if there's one thing we've learned about Mädchen, it's that she doesn't like change unless it's on her terms. But we heard about a nearby barber shop where countless parents took their kids to have Miss Annie give them their first haircuts because she was so good with kids (sure enough, the walls were covered with pictures of local kids, including several friends/neighbors whose pictures we found). Despite our nervousness, we thought it might go well if Mädchen sat in Gretchen's lap, especially when Miss Annie turned on a Dora the Explorer video. But as soon as Miss Annie got close with the comb and scissors, Mädchen pushed her away.
We thought we might have to give up and try another time, but Mädchen seemed to be willing to sit in Gretchen's lap in one of the chairs in the waiting area, provided she could have a lollipop (we don't usually let her eat candy, but desperate times call for desperate measures).
That seemed to be just enough of a distraction that Miss Annie could sneak in behind her and start snipping away.
A few minutes later she was finished and our little girl had her first cute little haircut, in a style that looked not unlike her Mommy's (a "bob," I suppose it might be called?):
But lately, as Gretchen's Mom might have said, she was starting to look like a ragamuffin. Even though her hair is thin and wispy, it was getting stringy, falling into her eyes, etc.
The thought of having her get a haircut was daunting, because if there's one thing we've learned about Mädchen, it's that she doesn't like change unless it's on her terms. But we heard about a nearby barber shop where countless parents took their kids to have Miss Annie give them their first haircuts because she was so good with kids (sure enough, the walls were covered with pictures of local kids, including several friends/neighbors whose pictures we found). Despite our nervousness, we thought it might go well if Mädchen sat in Gretchen's lap, especially when Miss Annie turned on a Dora the Explorer video. But as soon as Miss Annie got close with the comb and scissors, Mädchen pushed her away.
We thought we might have to give up and try another time, but Mädchen seemed to be willing to sit in Gretchen's lap in one of the chairs in the waiting area, provided she could have a lollipop (we don't usually let her eat candy, but desperate times call for desperate measures).
That seemed to be just enough of a distraction that Miss Annie could sneak in behind her and start snipping away.
A few minutes later she was finished and our little girl had her first cute little haircut, in a style that looked not unlike her Mommy's (a "bob," I suppose it might be called?):
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