Why You Shouldn’t Cut Your Daughter’s Hair

Reagan harassed me all last week about wanting to go get her hair cut. Because someone else she knows got a haircut and she liked it, so she tried to get me to take her. I said that we don’t have time to do things like that during the week generally, but maybe one weekend. I specifically stated that we would not have time during the upcoming weekend because Jenny was having a big sleepover and Reagan had gymnastics and two birthday parties to attend.

Saturday afternoon, once the sleepover guests were gone and Reagan had returned from that day’s birthday party, she took a shower and came downstairs ready to convince me to take her for a haircut. My mistake was in sticking to what I’d said before (that we didn’t have time this weekend) and then saying that the only way she was getting a haircut this weekend was if I cut it. She said, “Okay!”

The number one reason this was a bad idea was the fact that I am not a hair professional. Not even close. Reagan wanted about two and a half inches cut off of her hair. I failed to take a before picture, but I’ve posted pictures of her fairly recently. Her hair was about three or four inches past her shoulders. So I got started. I pinned most of her hair up on her head like you’re supposed to and started with the bottom layer and cut a couple inches off. So far, so good.

The number two reason this was a bad idea was because we didn’t really have good scissors for hair cutting. We had some hair cutting scissors, but they weren’t quite as sharp as they should have been. So every time I made a cut, one end wouldn’t cut. I’m blaming the scissors for the fact that I couldn’t cut her hair evenly.

The number three reason this was a bad idea is because the only way to fix the uneven hair cut is to keep cutting until you think you have it straight. This meant I cut off about 6 inches instead of two.

I actually think it turned out pretty cute in the end, but it wasn’t quite what Reagan was going for. It’s definitely a little too short to put up in fancy braids or even a simple ponytail. We did manage short, stubby pigtails this morning though.

Jenny was planning to have me cut her hair, but she watched me butcher Reagan’s and started to change her mind. But I guess she decided she didn’t care, so she asked me to go ahead. Hers is a bit easier because you can hide some uneven cutting in curly hair.

Both girls after their haircuts:

And then torturing loving each other a little bit:

Brinky doesn’t need a haircut yet, but how cute is his little tiger butt?

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