Ok, it's been a really long time since I've posted. In part, because we haven't been doing a lot, and in part because I didn't feel I had anything to add. That said, I really should be better about it. 

So, here goes. Haircuts. 

Charlotte Rose got her first haircut yesterday. As far as milestones go, this one is kind of minor. Is it really even a milestone? A ton of her peers have had haircuts. Maybe it was a milestone for me. 

She has... had... these wispy, light blonde ends which, I thought, were the most darling thing ever. But they were ratty. They were hard to get a comb through. She needed a haircut, I didn't want to do it. 

But we sat down with a few towels and some scissors, her hair wet, and I started to cut. I didn't do a great job. Someone with steadier hands and a less squirmy kid would have done a lot better, but it's clean, and shorter, and and without those tiny blonde wisps. You know, exactly how a hair cut is supposed to go. 

So why is it so hard for me? I am not sad to watch my baby grow up, though I do miss her being tiny. Maybe it just feels like the last bits of baby are slipping away. The little bits of hair that she's always had; they're like relics. 

I kept some, clasped in a barrette, that I will find a safe home for among some of the other artifacts of her infancy. A relic that only belongs alongside tiny hospital hats because it was those tiny hospital hats that covered that hair to keep her little head warm. 

It was the last bit of baby that I had any control over losing or keeping. Everything else is up to her.

For what it's worth, her new haircut looks super cute.