This past weekend I took Stella to my stylist for her very first haircut. She was able to sit on my lap but cried as though she was in the doctor's office getting a shot. Bless the grandmother -type woman in the chair next to us who tried everything she could think of to cheer Stella up. In our new life with a 1 year old, I knew that Stella would stop when she was good and ready, which ended up being about 5 minutes before my stylist got done. This was partially due to the fact that she thought a comb made a wonderful teething tool. The good news is that her haircut is darling and we can now see her eyes again.
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