Back at the end of February I shared a post about Lemondrop getting a new haircut and told how the new style, with bangs, hadn’t gone over that well. Today, I’m happy to report, things went much better.
You may recall from that post (which you can read HERE) I mentioned that she was less than enthusiastic about getting her bangs cut. That was actually a masterpiece of a understatement. What she had in fact was a melt down of epic proportions, one that took us all by surprise; one that left me thinking “OMG what have I done to my little girl; in 20 years some psychoanalyst is going to point their fingers at me and this incident as the trigger for a lifelong debilitating PTSD”. She put up such a fuss the poor lady cutting her bangs couldn’t get them trimmed quite right; they ended up being both a little ragged and shorter than intended. Whatever; it was good enough; we just wanted to wrap it up as quick as possible and let Lemondrop calm down.
It took her a couple days but not only did she get over her new haircut she even accepted it with some joy; her quick little mind realized something: Anna, from her favorite move “Frozen”, has bangs too….
Not taking any chances of shocking her again we have been telling her the last week or so about today’s upcoming return visit to Mrs. Diane at the salon to get her hair, specifically her bangs, trimmed again. She didn’t seem to care less; time would tell.
After a nice breakfast of pancakes her mom did her hair up nicely, note her ‘Elsa crown’; she wears it most days. Then, while her momma was getting herself ready, Lemondrop took the time to compose a royal decree or two…
Then we headed over to see Mrs. Diane whom Sue has been going to for some years now. After the last visit Sue had made the appointment for both Lemondrop & her to get their hair done today, the timing for which worked nice because Monday Sue starts her new job.
During a period where Sue’s hair had to sit a little Lemondrop popped into the chair for her turn.
There were no tears this time; she took it all in stride and was as patient as you could expect any 3 year old to be.
When she was done she hopped back out of the chair and then ‘helped’ Mrs Diane get her momma settled in again.
Then she walked around being her usual happy self; poking into cabinets, singing, making believe she was a hair dresser with me as her client (now there’s a stretch), until it was time to go.
Then it was time to move on to our weekly grocery shopping. Heading out the door I know that we all breathed a collective sigh of relief that this went a whole lot smoother than last time!
Have a MAGICAL Day!