It was actually last week's photos of Shae with her friend Quinny that made me fully realize how scraggly her little mullet had gotten. Afte hemming and hawing about it for a week, I decided it's time to bite the bullet and take Shae for her first-ever haircut.
As my dear friend Beau asked yesterday, "is it naive of me to have assumed that she had already had her first-ever haircut?" No, not at all. At 2.5-years-old, one would assume this milestone is far behind us. But let's remember this poor child really didn't have any hair at all until about 18 months -- just scroll back through this blog if you don't want to take my word for it!
Anyway, we went to a kid-friendly salon for the cut. Shae got to pick her chair; she chose the red fire truck.

I expected whining, hesitation, possibly a tantrum -- why should this event be any different than an average Monday afternoon? But the hairdresser turned on Toy Story 3 and Shae was as peaceful and content as could be.

She really dug the cape -- she was Wonder Woman!

After a quick spray down, it was time to get busy on the mullet.

Shae alternated between watching in the mirror and watching the movie. Brilliant set-up, I tell ya.

Such a cooperative little girl (when she wants to be)!


"Yes, mama. I'm doing fine. Cheese!"

Almost finished! It's amazing what the promise of a lollipop will do.

Finishing touches. We learned a cute flippy piggytail trick, too.
Just like Dora the Explorer!

Final touch was a little spritz of glitter in her hair.

And just like that, with a few snips of a scissors, my baby has turned into a little girl. (sob)
But a beatiful little girl she is! Adios, mullet!