First Hair Cut

Ah, yes. The joy and the sorrow of the first haircut. It's always that great milestone in a baby's life--when, in my eyes, they are no longer a baby! They're growing up. There was one difference with this first haircut today. It wasn't the first time of this little person's hair being cut. It was the first time of this little person's cutting someone else's hair. I admit, I wasn't paying attention as I should have been. I was looking up a few things on the internet. The children were quietly playing (which should have given me a clue as to what was going on...), and when I came downstairs, I saw hair all over the living room, and this:





Yes, Claire now looks like a boy. Josh found a package of scissors. Naively, I thought that since they were still in the package, it would deter him. Not Josh! He opened them up, and Claire asked for a haircut! So, he gave it to her! Lucky I caught it when I did, or there would have been even less. I think this is something that almost every mom of little girls has to go through (at least once)...so I admit that it was somewhere in the back of my head, but I really wasn't prepared to come downstairs and see all the sweet curly bouncy locks shorn off of my sweet beautiful little girl! I cried and cried...and still tear up a bit when I look at her. I know there are worse things, but it was a shock! She's still beautiful and sweet, and it will grow back, and Josh isn't allowed to use scissors for awhile...