First Haircut

After weeks of futile attempts to make Stella's hair look neat and countless apologies to her for having to endure constant wisps of hair in her face, we finally succumbed to our little girl's desperate need for a haircut. For some reason David and I had in our minds that we wouldn't cut her hair until she was two. I think we arrived at that conclusion because of some obscure Jewish law that says don't cut your baby boy's hair for the first few years. I actually don't think that law even exists but maybe I read about it in Us Magazine when they were speculating as to why Kate Hudson had not cut little Ryder's hair yet. I hate that my brain gets crowded with such useless information. I only allow myself ot read crap like that at the gym where there are usually dozens of People Magazines and Us Magazines and In Touch, Hello and the like lying around. But then I read them and feel like there is less room in my head for things that really matter and feel embarrassed to know who Justin Timberlake is dating that week. Occasionally, I come home and declare "Oh, I am so concerned about Jen's Secret Heartache! What oh what is she going to do?!?!?" Uh oh... I digress.













Finally acknowledging that the two year rule was ridiculous if not downright cruel, I ventured out with my family this Sunday to Doodle Doo's, a children's beauty salon in the West Village. Embarrassingly, we are just that ridiculous that we succumbed to the marketing gimmick of having Stella sit in an old fashioned car and watch an Elmo video (not that she will sit still in front of the TV at home or anywhere else for more than 27 seconds) while I blew bubbles at her and she played with a myriad of toys, anything to distract her from the fact that someone was not only touching her hair but actually cutting some of it off. It actually ended up being a very pleasant experience for all of us, there were no tears, I was a little sad about the end of the era in which the hair on Stella's head was hair that grew while she was in utero. Happily, Nicky, the hairdresser understood that we just wanted to clean it up but not make it short and god forbid! no bangs! All in all, it was a successful outing even though it did set us back $37. Someone robbed me of my sanity while in the shop and I actually purchased a $7 barrette and yup, the haircut was thirty smackaroos. If daughter is anything like mother, it is only the beginning of a lifetime of pedicures, highlights, facials and ridiculous overpriced beauty treatments of all kinds.