Saturday, March 21, 2009
Wynter got her first haircut....I should preface this post by saying that I am a different person with scissors near hair than I am near fabric. I truly am not fit to go near any human's precious locks with scissors...My poor husband can attest to that. I am not welcome to even suggest I cut his hair EVER again. So I was pleasantly surprised when he didn't protest to the suggestion that I give Wynter her first haircut! It would be, just a few little snips after all.
Nothing fancy here. Just some dishtowels on the counter. I was excited to attempt this task...but my worried expression gives it all away. What a little trooper Wynter was. Kind of an unexpected detour to a busy afternoon. No more baby mullet!