Well, other than a snip of her little newborn ducktail she rocked for awhile, that is.

On Saturday, Piper had her first salon visit. It was to The Yellow Balloon kid’s cut place, and it was super cute. We came through the back entrance, where there were video game machines, toys, little desks and all that kind of stuff. It also had this sweet motorcycle that was coin operated that was like, a tandem bicycle (meaning it had two seats). It was awesome.

Anyway, Piper’s hair was getting long. Long enough for braids and things like that, which is every mother’s dream, right? Well, since her hair never fell out post-birth, the ends of her hair was the fine hair she was born with. It was sad for me to cut it, because it was a lighter color from the rest of her hair, a shimmery golden brown, like a gorgeous fairy’s dust.  Of course, we asked for just a trim because her hair wasn’t even, it was all kind of scraggled, dry and fluffy.

Piper sat at one of the little tables to color, but since she had just woken up she wasn’t too excited by the idea.

Still slightly groggy~ just watching her surroundings.

Piper kind of hung around being clingy for awhile until her name was called. With butterflies in my stomach (WHY? It’s not like she’s going off to college or anything), I picked her up and placed her on the little booster seat as the stylist, Susan, attached the cape (BOY, you could see Piper’s glee at that thing) and asked what we were looking for. I said we just wanted a trim, NO bangs (we don’t have foreheads for bangs), but trim off whatever she could to get those dead ends off.

Then the cut began.

We had her hair all fluffed out, ready to get snipped.

Piper was pretty good, never cried! No tears from Piper OR Mama! How’s that for awesome?

I had my phone showing "Pocoyo" one of her favorite cartoons.

When the stylist needed to trim her ends, we used the phone/video to keep her attention and eyes downward. I’m hoping Paul got more pictures because I was holding the phone for her and attempting to get some Flip video of her, too. I haven’t even checked that yet. :)

This is the most unhappy she got. Not too bad!

I apologize for the blurry crapness that shows you what Piper’s hair cut looked like, it was impossible getting pictures taken because Paul and I both had to hold her head still!

Here is the after shot, Piper’s hair cleanly clipped back with its natural flip. The hair that never fell out post birth (aka her “baby hair”) was so dry that when the stylist trimmed it, instead of falling to the floor (we’d already gotten a hefty handful of chunks of the newly trimmed hair in an envelope provided by the store) like hair usually does, it just puffed out into the air. It was NUTS. It just PUFFED. Where did it go? Who knows. I probably inhaled it.

Here she is, our little love and her Daddy (who had the day off and was able to be there for this!!).

This girl radiates glee.

Since she saw a little boy riding that sweet, sweet motorcycle, she had to do it, too. Here she is, seconds before the novelty wore off and her unbridled fear erupted.

How old does she look? SUPER. SUPER OLD.

And the last one, before the fear came.

VROOM!

Her hair is still long enough for my mom’s masterful hands to braid (while I can barely get her to hold still so I can put a barrette in!), and it feels so fresh. The ends don’t tangle like they used to, which is a blessing.

Piper is now a big girl who has her own stylist and gets hair cuts. What happened to my little baby?!