Faithful readers may recall that my daughter’s first haircut took place last November. Although Baby Bird’s steadfast companion, Mr. Lion, was was by her side, the visit did not end well.

Hence the reason I waited a full year (yes, a full year) to make a second attempt. We arrived at Swoop Salon a few minutes early, enough time to have a snack, a drink of water, and check out the most recent issue of People Magazine. Mr. Lion was selected, once again, as Baby Bird’s traveling companion. This year, there was stiff competition. He almost lost to Mr. Fluffles (the heron) and Mr. Bunny. Having accompanied us a year ago, he now qualifies as a seasoned veteran. We sat on the couch and waited–anxiously.

 

My turn yet, Mama?

Yes, it will be your turn soon.

Not hurt Mama?

No sweetie, it won’t hurt.

My won’t cry.

I hope not, sweetie.

Turning to the stylist, Not hurt?

No, it won’t hurt.

Mama? Not hurt?

Mama, my turn yet?

Finally it’s our turn.

You almost done?

No, we are just getting started. We haven’t cut your hair yet.

Almost done now?

No, we’re going to to brush your hair. Do you want pick a brush?

You almost done?

Here we go. Snip, snip. The deer-in-the-headlights look kicks in.

She doesn’t make a peep. I can’t remember the last time she was this quiet, for this long–while awake.

At last. The do is done: cut, French braid, cupcake clip. And relief.

Now it’s Mr. Lion’s turn. He was a rock star. Of course, this is his second visit too.

Lookin’ good.

We headed to Zoka’s for celebratory steamed milk. Yes, Mr. Lion, you may have a sip.

But back away from my banana bread!