2 months ago (see - grows s l o w l y):
Caesar, is that you?
GAH! Some toddler ate my baby! At least with that giant prominent forehead she looks much more like mommy now.
Update and clarification, 2/15:
During today's speech therapy session, Miss M kept looking at her and saying "why does she look so much older than last week?" until I finally pointed out that she was missing her afro.
We technically had our "first" haircut back in December. I took her with us when we had our hair done at Red Door. We caped her up and then the stylist said "uh, there's nothing to cut." So she snipped two little pieces that were getting stuck in the hearing aids and that was the end of that.
I think the real emotional trauma in this situation is brought on by the fact that this first real haircut was done not only without me being there to watch but also without asking, "Gee, mind if I cut off all her curls and totally change her appearance?" Much thought and discussion had gone into keeping that femullet. I was anxiously awaiting barettes and checking every few days to see how far away we were from pigtails.
My baby no longer looks like a baby. And I was in the house the whole time! So a little,"hey I'm going to cut her hair now" would not have been that hard.
Some people could care less. (I believe those people are called men or childless women. Though to my dad's credit, he got it and called to offer condolences and hilarious revenge ideas.) However moms, especially first time moms, can easily be traumatized by something so innocent as a haircut. See?
Barry salvaged enough hair off the floor of the bathroom to get a lock for the baby book. I'm a huge scrapbooker and was pretty pissed that there would be no first curl to go in that little envelope in the baby book. Now we've got enough to put in the book, though not enough to make the baby toupee/hair extensions I had envisioned.
Thanks to everyone for the sympathy, especially these hilarious cards. That has got to be the best website ever.