Today Vivi got to do something that I didn’t do until I was pregnant the second time around. Addie didn’t get to do until she was 6.
Vivi went to a regular stylist.
So maybe “going to a regular stylist” doesn’t really count considering she’s only been there once. But Addie and I have both been going to this same stylist for the last two years and she knows all about us. We see her once at least every 6 weeks. We’re regulars. I first met her when I was pregnant. It was that last trim before going into labor and I had decided to give a new salon and a new girl a chance.
Vivi came with me to my first postpartum appointment around 8 weeks and snoozed while Kristine trimmed. Not only have I found my hair girl for life (equally as important as a good friend and good partner), I found a salon that takes all three of us without any fuss.
Many fancy salons draw the line at 6 year olds, meaning for anyone under 6 you’re generally stuck with well, less than fancy places. Which is fine! But we’ve got some pretty major hair going on over here in my house so we need someone who knows us and knows what’s going on with our hair. Vivi sat perfectly still, only looking around between the front window and her own reflection. In fact, she was all business from the moment she sat down in the chair, bunny in hand. At most she lost an inch on the really fluffy parts and was just evened up around the edges everywhere else.
Cody didn’t even notice the last time I had my hair done and he watched me walk out the door to my appointment. However this afternoon we stopped by his office to say hi and the first thing he noticed was that Vivi had gotten a haircut. It’s cool, I’m not offended that my toddler has noticeably better hair than me, REALLY. IT’S FINE.
(Oh, did I ever tell you that one reader actually took a photo of Vivi’s hair to their stylist and said “THIS! I WANT THIS!” I never got to see how it turned out…)
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