Hair

To commemorate Anya's year and a half mark (but mainly to commemorate the fact that it was at an awkward length and getting much too mullet-y for my comfort level), I took Anya for her first haircut. I expected drama and screaming out of Anya as she battled the hair stylist for the comb and scissors, leading up to tears and a possible tantrum. Nope. It was rather uneventful and quick. Anya sat in one of those car chairs. The stylist handed her some toys and then went at her hair. Anya talked about the toys and combing of the hair, calmly and curiously, and it was over in less than 5 minutes. I was amazed. Now her hair is in a little bob cut, still slightly awkward until the hair above/in front of her ears grows in, but definitely can no longer be called a mullet.