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Showing posts with label first haircut. Show all posts
Showing posts with label first haircut. Show all posts
Tuesday, 13 January 2009
Saturday, 29 March 2008
First proper haircut
Jasmine's been looking quite messy recently and since she's going to be a bridesmaid at her uncle's wedding in a couple of days' time, we decided to get her hair cut properly by an expert. Not wanting to repeat the disappointment and guilt of her last haircut (which I gave her at home) I elected to book her into a specialist kiddie hairdressers' attached to one of those boutique, i-saw-you-coming-type childrenswear shops.
Sadly I missed most of the actual haircut because Felix decided to do a huge, simultaneous nappy-filling poo and vomit whilst Jambeans was being coiffed and I had to go change him. When he was on the changing table, he then topped his initial performance by doing a second bout of simultaneous vomiting and projectile pooing (again, both in large quantity) but threw in a generous fountain of wee for good measure. I wouldn't have minded so much if it weren't for the fact that the changing table was on the shop floor itself, so all the yummy mummy shoppers got to watch me race to mop up all the various effluents the bub was throwing out whilst browsing through the designer kit for their Crouch End kiddies.
Sadly I missed most of the actual haircut because Felix decided to do a huge, simultaneous nappy-filling poo and vomit whilst Jambeans was being coiffed and I had to go change him. When he was on the changing table, he then topped his initial performance by doing a second bout of simultaneous vomiting and projectile pooing (again, both in large quantity) but threw in a generous fountain of wee for good measure. I wouldn't have minded so much if it weren't for the fact that the changing table was on the shop floor itself, so all the yummy mummy shoppers got to watch me race to mop up all the various effluents the bub was throwing out whilst browsing through the designer kit for their Crouch End kiddies.
Wednesday, 19 December 2007
Jasmine sports a pudding bowl
Jasmine had a a long overdue haircut last week. Only problem was I did a DIY pudding bowl job on her in the kitchen. Result was neat, but she just looked like a completely different girl. In Sampson-esque fashion, the haircut took any remnant of Jasmine the Baby away with it. In my view she simply looked like a toddler from the late 70s with a half grown mullet.
I've been feeling quite mortified and guilty since. I carry very sore memories of having to sport home haircuts as a teenager and suffering shameful and cruel teasing as a result. I resolved NEVER to inflict the same on any child of mine. I realise obviously that I failed at the first hurdle and fear this is a terrible sign of more broken resolutions to come when Jasmine eventually turns 13.
That said - I've just about got used to it now and think she looks kinda cute in a cool, retro way.
A whole week of desperate post justification has nothing to do with the change in attitude, of course.
I've been feeling quite mortified and guilty since. I carry very sore memories of having to sport home haircuts as a teenager and suffering shameful and cruel teasing as a result. I resolved NEVER to inflict the same on any child of mine. I realise obviously that I failed at the first hurdle and fear this is a terrible sign of more broken resolutions to come when Jasmine eventually turns 13.
That said - I've just about got used to it now and think she looks kinda cute in a cool, retro way.
A whole week of desperate post justification has nothing to do with the change in attitude, of course.
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