Yesterday the girl had her first haircut at 27 months old.
I won't lie, it was a little traumatic for both of us as 'the haircut' is a milestone we hadn't reached and not from a lack of need either. I just didn't want to cut her lovely locks, her wispy blondish curls, and as a bald baby myself I loved the fact she was born with a full head of hair.
Cut (no pun intended) to months of fussing over clips and hair-slides through out the day and de-tangling every morning, I decided that bangs were the way to go... and dare I say it, she looks scrumptiously cute (and tre chic!)
She seems happy with it too, but that could be because of the lollipop she got from the stylist.