Behold the chunk missing where the fringe used to start
When Harrie was all of three weeks old, I attended the baby shower of my boss and friend. Yes, that’s right – both me and my boss were pregnant at the same time. That’s a big ‘HA HA’ from the Universe to anyone who arranged a meeting with both of us!
Needless to say, I was in the middle of self deprived baby haze hell when we went to the baby shower. I have no idea why I did, but I told the Mr that I would take the Sproglette along as well. Obviously, the sleep deprivation had rendered useless my ability to think logically.
Harrie, being so young, was a absolute dream waking only to feed. As there was quite a crowd at the baby shower, the guest of honour herself took the Sproglette away to play with a bunch of 4 and 5 year old girls, who were apparently planning a fashion parade. Fun fun fun for the Sproglette!
Now I can have helicopter parent tendencies, so I checked on the girls every 10 minutes or so, and other than finding them in a bedroom where the floor was no longer visible for the pure volume of de-robed clothes, there was nothing suspicious to report.
Cue gift opening time, and all girls were summonsed to the deck, including the juniors. And that was when another colleague of mine said, “Uh… Brooke… Did you cut the Sproglette’s fringe?”
I immediately felt my tummy start churning. “Um, what do you mean? SPROGLETTE, GET OVER HERE NOW!”
The Sproglette came over and I examined her hair. Indeedily, she’d cut her fringe to within a centimetre of its life. Instead of being cool, calm and collected and reminding myself that it’s-hair-and-it-grows-back, I decided there and then that there must be missing hair everywhere on her head and ran down the hall to the bedroom where the girls had been playing.
And that’s when I saw it. Hair-gate. Blonde tendrils decorating the jarrah floorboards. And I cried, because it was the Sproglette’s first haircut and it wasn’t on my terms and oh if only I’d been paying more attention and did I mention I had a three week old and was sleep deprived and really really hormonal?
So I just cried.
And through my tears I said to the guest of honour, “I’m not really crying about anything. I mean, she’s never had a haircut but it’s just hair, it will grow back. You’ll know why I’m crying in a few weeks time.” Boo hoo hooooo!
As it turns out, three of the girls gave each other a haircut. And it was only their fringes. And for the record, as a result of such a positive first experience, the Sproglette just LOVES hairdressers.
It’s hair and it’ll grow back
