She calls him Grandpa Julianne

Sarah got her first haircut from a professional this weekend. Up until now, I could do the job myself. I'm far from a professional, but I could distract her, snip the vital areas and get the job done. Sadly, this just isn't an option any longer. It's become Sarah's mission to foil all of my attempts to cut her hair. Consequently, she's been sporting a lopsided mess of a do for a while now. So, Mike took her in to visit his barber, Susan.

I'm not sure what happened in that magical shop, but Sarah came home elated. She twirled around the house savoring the special yellow lollipop that she got as a treat.

All weekend, I tried to photograph the new haircut, but she refused to cooperate (Do you see a theme here?). When the camera came out, she'd run away and hide her face. This morning, I had an idea and tried a different approach. I said, "Grandpa Julian would like to see your new haircut. Can I take a picture of it to send to him?" Next thing I know, she's not only cooperating, but she's working the camera as if possessed by the spirit of Cindy Crawford.





Maybe, I'll let her know that Grandpa Julian would really like her to eat some meat, pick up her toys and go to bed early.