Obviously I thought she was the most adorable little honey bunches of oats, but I anxiously waited for that bald little head of hers to sprout some luscious locks.
I swear, it feels like she went from that to this overnight:
I adore her hair, and I never have to do a thing to it. She just wakes up with these soft, bouncy ringlets. In some light, it looks super red.
She has streaks of natural highlights.
Her hair is loooong. When it's pulled straight down, it's about an inch above her waist.
I can do fun things with it.
Or I can just let it flow.
There's no question that I'm jealous. I wish I could take her into my stylist and say, "Do this to ME!" I doubt the Follicle Fairies have enough magic dust to make it happen, sadly.
I took her to a casting yesterday, and they asked if they could cut Em's hair to her shoulders if she booked the shoot. I gave them an emphatic "Noooooo." I wasn't that surprised, given that the casting was for a national haircutting chain, but in my mommy-fied mind, Em is already an "after."
Also, at 2 1/2, Em has yet to have a haircut.
For one, I'm still giddy that she has all this gorgeous hair after being bald for so long. Also, it's not like she has any split ends or styling damage that needs to be cut. I'm also scuuuurrrred that we'll lose those waves! I don't know if we'd lose them all if we cut too much, or if the length is just weighing down other waves higher on her head and I worry for nothing.
Obviously she's going to need her hair cut someday, and in all likelihood, maybe not that long from now. The "what ifs" are lingering in the back of my mind.
Yeah, I know -- these are the silly, first-world problems that keep me up at night.
I love long hair on little girls, but I've also always been a big fan of bobs, like Rebecca's sweet daughter Fable has. (She happens to be just three days older than Em.) It's stylish yet age-appropriate.
I know it's just hair and it'll grow back, but I'm just so smitten with Em's at this very moment.
Maybe it's time for just a trim, which won't make my head explode. That is, until Em freaks out at the sight of the scissors and leaves an Em-shaped dust cloud at the salon.