i am taking collette to get her hair cut today for the first time. ever. ever ever. not one strand of hair has been cut with scissors on this girl's head. whew. i have to admit that i am really nervous. i wonder if i will cry? i'll let you know. i love her hair and i hate it. it is a pain in the butt to wash. once i finally get it all lathered up, she has a nervous breakdown while i try to rinse it out. oh and the combing. that happens once every week or so. i know i know. it wouldnt be so bad if i did it regularly, but i swear to you imagine what it might be like to wrestle a male lion down, wedge him between your legs, keep him there while you try to aim some tangle spray in the right places, and then drag a comb through the knots and snaggles, and let's admit it, food that is in there. that is what is kinda like. plus big crocodile tears and sobs that break your heart. not fun. i mean the stuff takes up a third of her total height! so chopping it all off, i figure that is the way to go. i mean if i am going to get her up in that chair (i hope to god she will sit there) i might as well go all the way. i am taking the camera, snacks, and her best friend margot for distraction, and off we go to the darling room. i think amber might be a saint to agree to this.