I thought about you in the parking lot of my kids’ preschool today, when I was trying to figure out how to unlatch the “child safety lock” mechanism inside the doorframe that they’d managed to flip with their little fingers.
Meat your husband outside, and tell him he’s not allowed to freak out and traumatize your daughter. Let him know about the hair, then go into the house.
Oh, it hurts to lose those ringlets even when you mean to. I’m so sorry! You’re keeping the hair, right? I kept our first baby-hair cuts.
My baby sister had beautiful thick blonde hair and one day she chopped the bangs off short. It was getting in her eyes. It’s funny now. My mom was heartbroken then.
My little sister, in first or second grade decided her bangs needed trimming. She cut them down to a ragged half-inch, then when some teacher at school asked her about it, she says: “my mom got mad at me and cut it!” I figure at least one of these is appropriate: :eek: :smack: :o
We live in a very, very small town (population of ~3000 at the time). My mom says people everywhere were glaring at her and giving her the cold-shoulder for two days before she found out.
I was pretty bald as a child, apparently. My (paternal) grandmother was so worried that she tried to convince my mom to shave my head (some urban legend that shaving stimulates more hair growth). My mom was a pretty dutiful daughter-in-law for the most part, but she refused to let my grandmother have her way. I guess my mom had the last laugh - now I have thick, rather frizzy black locks that are a pain in the ass to tame every morning. I suppose I should be grateful. 
Judging by the past few posts referencing your daughter’s, um, unfortunate incidents, you may want to consider an extra large “potential blackmail” photo album now that your camera is working again. 
hugs Hang in there, Mom. She’s still beautiful. And you can’t even really see the bald spots. But yeah, that look on her face is priceless. 
It’s funny for others to read, WhyNot. I’m sorry it happened to you as mommy. Your little girl is really cute and pretty-- even with her new haircut.
You should have seen my sister Diane (age 4) after her older sister (age 5 and a half) decided to cut her hair. Diane had long, curly blond hair, and she was left with nothing but clumps, and 1/2 long bangs-- crooked as well. I don’t recall Christine even getting punished for her acts.
I just have to agree: that uncle and baby picture is AWESOMELY cute. I couldn’t help but chuckle at how similar their hair was.
I’m curious to hear about the husband’s reaction though. Keep us updated!
I did that, too, but I was in preschool at the time. Mom came home from work to find a pile of dark blonde hair on the bathroom floor. She asked my dad about it, but he didn’t know what she was talking about. Apparently dad had put me to bed without noticing that I’d cut my waist-length hair into a bob! Mom had to cut my hair again the next morning so I’d look decent for the class picture.
WhyNot, your daughter is adorable, even with the new haircut. 
Eww, I think that’s illegal in most places! But, if you want to ‘meat’ your husband inside the house, it might improve his mood.
But she might not get into the right preschool with this hair! And if she doesn’t go to the right preschool, the right kindergarten won’t take her; then the right private grammar school, then the middle school, then HS, then the Ivy league–this haircut has effectively ruined her life. Now all she’s good for is announcing those blue light specials on the PA at Kmart.
An American tragedy… and it only took mere minutes. A moment of silence, please, for the girl’s hair that almost was a contender.
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It could be worse - my sister got married when I was in grade 9. We had gone on several shopping expeditions, and I had a very cool navy velvet jacket to wear. With visions appropriate only to 14 year olds, I yearned for the big day and all the wonderful young ladies who would be there. Then, on the morning of the wedding, I ran across my Dad, who was being kicked off of every other project. He decided my bangs were too long, and proceeded to tie me down and start to trim them. First shot was crooked, second was crooked in the other direction, next thing I know, my hair has been reduced to something a 1966 Romulan would have been embarrassed to wear. Then we took the pictures. Le Ministre scored absolutely no Elvis points with any of the daughters of our family’s friends that evening.
I told my Dad before he died that I forgave him for that one, but it was a pretty near thing.
The picture of her with her uncle is adorable! And hey, there are gorgeous female models out there who rock the baldness. There are also very beautiful female models who have very closely cropped hair too. Some women choose jobs that mean having long hair is a safety issue, and too much work to care for also. But, I do sympathize with loving baby curls. comfort I cried and was inconsolable when my parents gave my baby brother his first haircut. He had BEAUTIFUL curls all over. I told them “It will never grow back, it will never be the same.” I was right. 
His hair sort of curls, but it is untidy, and not the big gorgeous loose curls he had. He has to keep it cut short for it to look neat and combed, and even then he has to gel it.
Oh, my, I’m so sorry, WhyNot! It’s amazing how hard (relatively) little things like that can hit you.
I went through a haircutting phase. Fortunately (or unfortunately), I inflicted my talents on my dolls. Poor Jeanna Marie was never the same again.
Hugs…
I sympathize, even empathize - my sitter’s son took a pair of scissors to my daughter’s hip-length hair when she was four. Sitter caught them playing barbershop and took the scissors away, then gave my daughter a quick once over. She didn’t find any bald spots, nor was there any hair on the floor, so she figured she’d caught them before any damage was done. What she didn’t realize, and I didn’t find until I got her home, was that the son had very carefully clipped my daughter’s hair at the nape of her neck beneath her ponytail, and INSIDE the elastic ponytail holder… so no hair was missing from her head until I removed the elastic and roughly half her ponytail came off with it.
But - though you’re upset now and have every right to be, she is still a cutie pie and it will grow back. My niece was the baldest child ever until she was nearly five (and next to my same-age kid with the formerly hip-length hair, it was REALLY obvious) but she made up for lost time, and had lovely long blonde hair by the time she was seven.
I totally understand how you feel. I cried at my daughter’s first haircut when she was three. She went from bald to gorgeous blond curls in about a month.
May I also say that I very pleased to hear that she’s otherwise doing well? I remember your initial thread about her scary birth. I am delighted that, apart from her poor hair, she seems just fine now.
(((WhyNot)))
This reminds me of my niece’s first self-haircut. She had hair when she was born, but it didn’t grow much for the first couple of years of her life. Sis was elated when the Diva finally began to grow longer hair at age 3 - till the day she came home to find her with scissors in hand and pigtails on the floor. :eek:
Now the Diva is nearly 11 and has long, luxurious black hair which she styles with thick Bettie Page bangs. She probably doesn’t even remember her early foray into hairstyling. I’m just glad the Princess did not decide to follow suit when she was old enough to hold scissors- I don’t know who would have been more upset, me or her dad.
Good morning!
Well, it went about as well with her father as I expected. I had just gotten to the laugh-about-it stage with my son when Daddy walked in and blew up. I don’t blame him, either - he went through exactly the same stages of shock, denial, anger, et al that I did, only I did it alone and internally - he did it out loud at me.
But just before bedtime, he said something like, “y’know, she’s kind of got a cool Laurie Anderson look going on now,” in a not unpleased tone, so I think he’ll be fine, too.
The hairdresser wasn’t able to do much because it’s so choppy and short right now. She took her thinning shears to the worst of the mohawk on top, but she recommended we give it a week or so to grow out a little before she does anything else. She said if it was a boy, she’d just use her clippers and shave it, but neither of us wanted to do that to Caileigh.
Last night as we were cuddling before bed, Caileigh reached up and touched my hair and said, “I like your haircut, Mama.” I told her I liked her haircut, too, and that I liked all her haircuts - I liked her bald haircut as a baby, and I liked her “boingy curls” and I liked her new haircut, too. She said she liked it as well, and seemed happy that I liked it.
At least she has a bunch of cute hats!
My sister got a comb twisted up in her hair once. Mom cut it out, tried as best she could to even it up, and took her to the local hair salon. Their first question was “Did she cut it herself?”
My bad haircut story involves a haircut I paid for (not sure if that’s better or worse…).
I was nearing the end of a really rough semester of college (the first semester in which I was taking upper-division physics major classes). My hair had gotten rather shaggy, so I went to the local Hair Cuttery to get it dealt with before finals and winter break. I got a stylist who didn’t speak much English, and ended up looking like Bill Gates on a bad hair day. Ah well, hair grows.
I mentioned that it was getting close to the end of the semester, and that I didn’t have much time or energy for anything other than required class work. As those of you who know college students will know, that means all the A-list and most of the B-list clothes were dirty, so I wasn’t going to win any best-dressed awards. I threw on something clean and went to physics class.
When I got there, there were cameras in the room. Some reporters from the Washington Post had come to interview the professor. We got through class, and I went up to talk to him after class. That was when the reporters decided to take their picture of him for the paper, with me talking to him, looking like Bill Gates on a bad hair day that also happened to be laundry day.
I later showed this picture to the then-future Mr. Neville. He immediately said, “That’s not you. That’s a guy”. I told him it was, indeed, me…
You know, she’s going to want to get a buzz cut when she’s 13, just to annoy you…
When I was a little kid, a visiting friend of my mother gushed over my cute curls, asking me whether I would give some of my curls to her.
I learned that adults do not always mean what they say when I went to my mothers sewing table, grabbed the scissors, cut off a big handful of my hair, nicely wrapped it in tissue paper and gave it to the woman.