A visit to the hair salon.

Ysabella's hair has been growing like a weed lately. Up until now I've been doing the hair trims, and so far, I've managed to avoid poking her eyes out with the scissors. I have to say that some haircuts have been better than others...I'm definitely NOT a hairstylist!

Her hair has been a tad bit unruly these past weeks. Her papa was in need of a hair cut too, so off we went yesterday to the hair salon down the street. (Yes, yes, Ed goes to the hair salon. Um, I mean, the barber shop!...Sshhh! Don't tell anybody!) I wasn't sure how well she'd sit in the chair, but as it turns out, she was a gem! She didn't move a muscle. And I mean notta nothing! Perhaps out of fear of all the strangers around her? And man, she wouldn't crack a smile, she was sooo serious. She hardly even blinked. I'll let you check out the photos.




If looks could kill, I think I'd be dead!

And a video. Just because I could. (Check out daddy peeking at his baby girl to make sure she's okay with the whole experience.)


After all that, a yellow lollipop for being such a good girl. (p.s. I've since had to fix/hack her bangs...I realized they were a bit crooked when I got home. Let's just say they are MUCH shorter now. heeheee!)