Going to the Beauty (as my MiMi calls it)

This week we did something that has needed to be done but something that I've been a little nervous to do...we got Kati Ann a REAL haircut. I'm not one of those mothers that doesn't want to cut her hair and in fact I've done my own "magic" (if that's what you want to call it) on her a few times. However, I'm no beautician and I knew she needed a good quality haircut. I was pretty nervous about it because though my child is usually well-behaved in public she often throws a fit when we touch her hair. Washing, combing and fixing her hair is a daily battle. So, you can imagine my trepidation at taking her into a poor beautician that was supposed to give a "good" haircut to a screaming child. So, we talked up how much fun she was going to have going to the "beauty shop" and what a big girl she was. We walk into the salon and I'm feeling the anxiety mounting inside me. I introduce her to "Ms. Cindy", the beautician. As children will often do, Kati Ann completely proved my nervousness vein as she practically jumped into the chair and sat still and quiet as she got her hair cut. Go figure! I fight daily to even run a comb through her hair but she walks into a strange place, sits down with a strange person with scissors and does beautifully! I was actually quite proud, surprised but proud!