The First Haircut That Almost Wasn't

About a month ago, when we were in Florida for my brother's wedding, we decided it would be a good time to get the kid her first haircut. We wanted our regular stylist to do it, since we know her so well (I've gone to her for ten years and even drove an hour and a half to see her when we lived in SoFlo) and trusted her to be sweet with Zoey. She's a mom. She gets it. And since the Hubs and I were also getting haircuts (for one last time before we had to find someone new in VB), it was perfect.

Except that it didn't go perfectly. My color went on first, so I was in full martian mode with a head full of foils. Damon was dealing with a work situation. And Zoey was terrified of mommy and wanting daddy, who was on the phone outside. We had the makings of a total shit-show, and it was heading in that direction very quickly. Thankfully, we were there first thing in the morning, and the nice woman waiting to have her hair done was totally understanding. To say that Zoey wasn't totally onboard with the idea of getting her haircut, even though she had no idea what was really going to happen, was an understatement. We were moments away from bagging the whole thing.

But, with the help of our awesome stylist, the Frozen soundtrack on my iPhone, and more than one lollipop, the actual haircut itself went off without a hitch.

We followed up the big event with a trip to Target with Grammy JJ.  Zoey was so good, she definitely earned a little chocolate milk and girl talk! Is it just me, or does she look like Madeline's twin?