A Hairstylist Saves the Day

Finally, I bit the bullet, and took Keira to get her first hair cut.  I thought it would be harder on me than it was to watch those blond curly locks fall to the floor.  It was long overdue, and I knew it.  In the early part of the summer Keira twirled and twisted her hair with her finger like a candy cane to a knotted mess.  It would take Michael and me several minutes every night to get it all untangled, and sometimes we simply could not get the knots out.  When we did catch her doing it, we would tell her to stop, but that just made her focus more on it, and she would try to rip her hair out like it was on fire.  To our dismay, the right side of Keira’s hair was much shorter and missing chunks of hair.  We tried to let it grow out, but her hair just looked horrible.  To make matters worse Keira refuses to wear hair bows or rubber bands, and brushing causes screams similar to those from a horror movie.  She would rather look like an unkempt crazy child than have pretty manageable curls.

My son Tristan also needed a hair cut, because people started to compliment me on my three beautiful girls.  Tristan is beautiful, but he is not a girl.  When we got to the salon I figured one child would have their hair cut first and then the other, but the ladies decided to do them both at the same time.  I was a little worried, because Keira had never experienced a haircut, and I did not know how she would respond.  There was no way I could leave Tristan by himself without the many cues I need to give him, not to mention holding his head and giving redirection.  He also does not like being messy at all, and he freaks out when the hair starts to cover his cape or gets onto his clothing.  They first started on Tristan, and he moved like a worm on caffeine, and babbled many end-to-end questions with pointing at objects in all directions.  Keira started soon after.  She got up in the chair, and sat very quietly.  I was afraid she would scream like a banshee like she does at home when her hair is concerned.  To my delight Keira was perfect, and she let the lady do what she wanted with her locks.  Keira was soon done while Tristan flailed and questioned everything.

At the end of it all, the lady had to take several inches off Keira’s hair, but the stylist was a Godsend.  She was able to taper Keira’s hair and layer it nicely.  Otherwise, she said Keira would have required a boy’s short haircut to fix it.  Tristan now is a boy again in the public’s eyes, which should please society.  Amazingly, I noticed later in the day Keira’s curls bounced back.  The kids look fabulous, and I am not sure why I was so stressed about Keira’s first haircut.  She was a little champ!  She even was awarded a “My First Hair Cut” certificate with a small lock of her hair for her baby book .  Now, I hope the twirling and twisting does not start again, because her hair cannot afford further torment.

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