A Salon Experience

Nora was due for another trim.  Last time I was getting my hair done I saw the price for their kids' cuts was the same price as the actual kid place - the ones where they sit in the airplane.  A real hair cut for the same price and the kiddy place?  Score. For her first hair cut she didn't want to go to my place.  She wanted to go to the same place as Myles.  Understandable.  This time, I told her I was taking her to my place.  I talked it up, told her they'll wash her hair and maybe even give her curls.  She was sold. 

I didn't get a good picture of her getting her hair washed.  She was too little to hold herself back in the chair so I had to hold it down for her. 

She looked more than adorable perched up on the booster with the cape on.
She was pretty quiet most of the time.  Pretty typical for her.  Nora is kind of like me in that way.  When you put her in a new situation she'll get really shy at first.  She admitted to me when we got in the car to leave that she was nervous at first but not as nervous at the end.

One thing she did share...
"Red is my Daddy's favorite color."

After her wash, cut, and dry, she did ask for...

Curls!  Let me tell you.  She thought she was THE. COOLEST. with her curls.  I don't own a curling iron so I've never given her curls.  

She looked and felt beautiful.  You could tell by how she walked.

William showed me how to do curls with a flat iron and you better believe she's asked me to give her curls since then. I tried it.  Worked ok but I don't have the best flat iron for the job.  Plus I'm just not good at doing hair.  You should have heard her while I was doing it.  "Mom, William does it like this." So much emphasis on "William".  I've got news for ya, lady.  I'm never going to do it as well as William.  That's why we'll continue to pay him :)