Thursday, at the ripe old age of three years and eleven months, my little Sophie got her FIRST haircut! It was extremely momentous.
And torturous.
Because even though my friend Amelia came over to our house and cut Sophie’s hair in the comfort of her own home, where she was sitting in front of her favorite tv show, Word World, she still screamed like she was being subjected to the most inhumane form of torture known to man. As a matter of fact, the above picture was the only one I got because Sophie spent the rest of her haircut holding on to my head as I held on to her entire being trying to keep her still!
It was CRAZY! She’s such a crazy.
So, Amelia was only able to get about two-three inches off. It looks great, though, and is slightly more manageable!
My dad even noticed without being told, which impressed my socks off! Of course, Sophie IS the apple of his eye.
A crazy, tempestuous, stubborn apple. Now with nicely trimmed hair!
(Which you can kinda sorta see in this picture of her on the tractor at Young’s Dairy!)
And yes, I did save a lovely, golden ringlet for posterity. How could I not?
