Monroe women have kind of been known for their long, thick hair. How do I know this? When I chopped all mine off to just a few inches long in college (and dyed it purple) people from my home ward took it as a sign of filial rebellion. Several people even said things like "it's just not like a Monroe to have short hair." My mom cried when she saw it. I liked it. I thought it was spunky and fun. Since then, I've been a threat to my mother's desires to have daughters with long hair. Well, and when I cut my youngest sister's hair. More tears by mom, but a satisfied sister. My mom made me swear that I wouldn't cut any of her children's hair ever. I took the oath and then she said in bewilderment, "why don't you like long hair?" I never understood her passion and her tears. Until Wednesday.
Eric and I decided to get Jane's hair cut again and even it out. It wasn't really looking bad, but it was really wispy in places and would get snarled so easily I thought it might help. And I had a GREAT coupon for JCPenny's (no sitting fees! and 3.99 sheets!) so we were going to do family pictures (I knew if we didn't do it now at the beginning of the semester, I'd have no chance until after Christmas). After waffling a bit, I decided to get her hair cut before pictures so her two year old pics would be with her new hair instead of with her baby hair.
I should have read the signs better. There were a series of meltdowns before we even got to the haircut place. Jane was supposedly excited about getting her haircut. I'd told her the day before (which is key to getting things done with my lady) but when we got there, she melted at having to sit in the chair. So the stylist did a super fast job bobbing it and when she, with a flick of her scissors, chopped off all Jane's baby hair, I almost cried. It hurt! I looked at it on the floor and immediately regretted my decision. And when I saw the result, well, I didn't cry. But I wanted to. It looked a bit like a long bowl cut and all I could see was her striking resemblance to some Ludlow boys at her age (her dad and uncle, her cousin Jason). Eric thought it looked fine, by the way.
Now, these pictures are the best it has looked and took me great pains and tremendous effort to make it look this way, especially since My Lady is afraid of both the curling iron and the blow dryer. And to be honest, I don't mind it here. It's even starting to grow on me.
This picture gives you an idea of how the shoot really went...lots of tears from both girls. *sigh*But we did get some good shots. Or good enough ;-)
6 comments:
Loved your family pictures, specially the first one.
My mom always had a thing for long hair and growing up I always had long hair, almost to my waist. When I was like 3 or 4 years old, I bugged her a lot about getting my hair cut and she agreed...but she only did it to teach me a lesson. She had the lady cut my hair really short, almost like a boy. Guess what...I never, ever asked her for a haircut after that! That's why my hair was always long growing up. Of course as soon as I was old enough I went and got a haircut myself, yay! However, I can never cut it short as my hair is curly and I think it would look bad too short.
I haven't taken my girls to get a haircut, and I don't think that will happen for a while. They just don't have enough hair yet.
I did almost this exact cut on Megan when she was the same age. Six year later ... she starts every hair cut with the same phrase, "Ok, I don't do bangs. You know the kind that come straight across your forehead? Yeah, I don't do those." Apparently, the emotional scars run deep! I still think it is a cute cut and makes little Miss Jane look like a big girl!
Awww, what a sweet family picture! I don't think there are any family picture taking sessions without tears, by the way. You are not alone! :)
Oh Marcee, I loved your short, purple hair!
What a beautiful family picture! And I think Jane's haircut is sweet :) The part about cutting Bree's hair that makes me cry is that it just makes her look too grown up!
Those are such cute pictures!!!!
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