23 May 2011, by Jaime Teo
Ok, I should add a disclaimer to that. I really mean her first paid haircut. I’ve tried my hand at cutting her fringe a few times. She usually ends up with an asymmetrical fringe… (but isn’t that all the rage now? hehe) but thankfully it grows out quite quickly…
Her crowning glory has been much talked about from when she was born. First it was because she had a nice full head of hair.
After that it was because her nice full head of hair was gravity defying.
As she grew older, my mother thought we should clip her hair up since she was so hot all the time.
But this wasn’t a long term solution. Renee would pull at the clips and rubber bands from her hair within minutes — yeah, long term refer to minutes in baby-time =p It also doesn’t help that she perspires very easily. We’d go to the park and she’d return with her head drenched. We’d play under a fan and still you can see beads of perspiration on her nose and forehead after a while.
I had wanted to let her grow her hair really long because I thought little girls with long hair look super adorable. Also, I didn’t get to keep my hair long until after I turned 16 so I wanted her to have what I didn’t (don’t most parents!)…. But *sigh* I realise it’s so impractical it cannot be.
So Dan and I decided that we’ll get her hair professionally cut at EC house at United Square. We’ve walked by a few times, always looking in at the cute toy train inside for kids to sit in while they get their hair cut.
I was surprised at how quickly it all went. It helped A LOT that there was a steering wheel on the train cos she Really likes steering wheels. Oh and the mirror in front of her helped cos she Really likes mirrors too =p
The hairdresser put a cloth around her neck and then a big colourful plastic wrap which she ignored because she was only interested in playing with the wheel. She only got frustrated when we had to interrupt her wheel time to hold her head steady to cut her fringe.
I must be a really easy to please mother because I was so proud of Renee for not crying — you have to understand, this is the same little girl who sometimes screams at the top of her lungs at a restaurant for no apparent reason. When that happens, Dan and I either ask our helper to bring her out for a walk, or pretend that we don’t know her. (no, not really. It’s hard to not know a baby sitting at your table)
Plus she just sat there quietly while the lady vacuumed her head. Yes, that’s what that elastic tube does. She kept looking at the mirror as if wondering her friend in the mirror is a different friend…
She now looks like she is ready for play school because she looks like every other little girl I see in play schools — either with a pigtail or a china doll cut.
And it feels like my little girl has grown just a little bit more with this milestone… *proud mama smile*