Hey, remember back in February and March when I was complaining that Lula needed a haircut? Guess who still hasn't gotten a haircut?
While part of me recognizes that she needs her first haircut, another part of me screeches "NOOOOOOO don't cut her hair!" at the top of its lungs. The screeching part wins.
The problem? Lula refuses to wear hair accessories. Yanks them out immediately. So I'm left with a kid with hair in her eyes. And a husband who constantly threatens to cut her hair, but backs down when the screeching starts.
I hate bangs. Growing out bangs sucks. Once little girls have bangs, they're stuck with them. I don't want her to have bangs.
I've tried complimenting her. We tell her how lovely she looks every time I put a clip or elastic in her hair. She smiles prettily after I've wrestled something into her unruly mop and she says "Lula booteefew." Then she immediately claws out whatever I've put in there and hands it to me, helpfully pointing out - in case I hadn't noticed - "Lula take it owt."
I've tried scolding her, but then immediately feel like a jerk. Suddenly I'm the asshole yelling at her kid over a damn barrette.
I've tried grabbing her hand, but she's faster than me. And more determined. If I manage to stop her the first time, she'll just pull it out later when I'm not looking.
Instead I plead with her. "Lula, you have to leave that in or Papa is going to cut your hair."
That doesn't keep her hair accessories in, but it's working on Bump. It will probably postpone my baby girl's first haircut for a few more months.