We took Helena for her first professional haircut yesterday.
For all the road rage (him), nagging (me), and comatose holiday shoppers we endured along the way, it was worth it.
I paid about $12 (plus tip), for which she got the most darling do before she knew what hit her.
I've tried trimming her bangs on a few occasions, but the kid is squirmy. I suppose it would help if we had a cool car chair complete with steering wheel and horn that I could pump to the appropriate height, and if she were surrounded by mirrors, and if there were cartoon-playing tvs strategically located to coax her head to a downward angle. No need for The Hairdresser's Husband to step in.
Plus they gave Helena a lollipop and a certificate featuring a lock of her hair. All in about 15 minutes.
I was pleased to note that this establishment also offers "daycare" for a not unreasonable $4 an hour, with discounts for multiple children. The other mall we dropped into yesterday had a free child-watching service, but I think it's only a seasonal offer to Christmas shoppers. It's not a perfect or even easy world for mothers, but somedays it seems that it's better than I expected.