Rose is such a little beauty, with her halo of blonde fluffy-fine hair, long dark lashes, piercing ice blue eyes, long lean legs, and ruby red lips. The best part is that she believes in her own beauty. There are no doubts or declamations when she is complimented. She just accepts compliments in a completely unaffected way. Often she doesn’t even say thank you to compliments. She just looks at you and silently listens with big eyes and full confidence. She knows she’s pretty, and it’s pretty cute to see a pure little girl be so confident. Confidence without pride—no wonder we’re supposed to be like little children.
Monday while I was doing ab work after my run, Rose wanted to do my hair. She didn’t care that it was all tangled and sweaty; she yanked out those tangles ruthlessly. Somehow I still have a few hairs attached to my head. Don’t you love her outfit? She’s been experimenting with her wardrobe, and I’ve been doing my best to let her explore. She pulls off mismatched and crazy waaay better than I ever could.
Once or twice a week in the afternoon this month, Rose and I have been watching Disney movies together. You can’t beat the classics. We have a $2 thrift store VCR player and a stack of 25 cent thrift store video tapes. They get the job done, and feel more homey to me because that’s how I watched these movies when I was little.
Ah, the magic is even sparklier with my daughter.
She was “resting” in the dump truck for nearly an hour yesterday.
I find myself wondering where Rose will sit next…
…or where she will sleep next! Hahaha, yesterday she was all dressed up laying on the floor by me while I was on the computer, and the next thing I knew she was asleep.
Just now, while I’ve been typing this post, Rose has made a bed on the kitchen floor and fallen asleep on it. I’m cracking up!
Now for the main reason I sat down to do this post:
Today I took Rose in to get her first ever salon haircut—if Walmart counts as a salon, that is. In the past I have always snipped an inch or two off her hair myself once a year. But it was getting harder for my untrained hands and unprofessional scissors to cut her fine hair evenly, so this year I vowed to take her in. I was not interested in paying a million dollars for a little girl’s trim, though, so I swallowed my anti-Walmart sentiments and we went to the hair salon there. It was perfectly adequate, although the children’s rate still seemed a bit steep to me. I reminded myself that for Rose, this was more than a haircut. It was an experience. She has watched me get my hair cut at least twice, and I could tell that she reveled in experiencing it for herself. The lady washed her hair, combed it out, trimmed the ends nice and even, and blow dried it all silky smooth. Rose sat there just emanating this pleased “I feel pretty” vibe the whole time. It was really cute.
The before picture: Rose’s brushed-out bedhead hair. See how it’s STILL a little uneven on the ends nearly a year after I tried my hand at hair cutting? It was time for professional help.
Washing
Combing
Trimming
Drying
Little sister patiently waiting for the day she has hair.
All done! When I said “say cheese!” Rose said “beautiful hair” instead.
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