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Sitting poolside getting her first trim

For many years of my life, through my childhood, adolescence, college years and more, my father has been the only person to cut my hair. Since moving to the city and over an hour's drive from my parent's house, I've had to find a salon. Quite frankly, I'm bummed about it. Nothing compares to being able to have haircuts at home! The thought of trimming Sofia's hair has been something we struggled with for two whole years - in fact, it's taken us this long to even consider it. I loved (and still love!) her unruly curls, the long locks in the back... it's just the wisps that were constantly dipping into her food and sticking with sweat in her eyes that I just couldn't bear to let her endure any longer.

Armed with lollys in each of her hands and her feet splashing into the side of the pool, my dad, Sofia's "tampa", snipped a tiny asymmetrical baby fringe onto our firstborn. It's amazing seeing things like this come full circle, remembering myself as a little one thinking how awesome it was that I had a dad that did something as cool as hairdressing for a living. Now my daughter is thinking the same thing, no doubt. While Sofia sure didn't make the experience easy, it was hilarious, and it was fun.

Sofia, I can't wait to tell you all about it.

Dad, you still amaze me.

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  1. oh i adore this photo! specially because we had the same experience here last weekend. alice's dad cut her hair for the first time and he was so proud of his job. :)

    lu x

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    1. It's fun to keep that first trim in the family!

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  2. So sweet! My mother in law cuts my son's hair, while I loved his long locks too, I can't help loving his 'very boy' short haircut. :)

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  3. The look on her face is adorable.

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  4. Oh, this is so sweet. thanks for sharing.

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  5. It makes me a bit sad looking at this photo, only because I see Plum's future trim... waaaay in the future, but still in the future.

    But the capture is perfect, seriously. Lollies in both hands, ha :)

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  6. oh those bangs! such a sweet story too. my dad used to braid my hair; he had learned to braid his own hair when he was a hippy in the 70's and grew his hair down to his waist. what a guy :)

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  7. so sweet thanks for sharing....................

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  8. I was very nostalgic about my daughter's first haircut as well! I ended up going with my dad to his barber of over 20 years, who is the same woman that cut my hair as a kid :) Must be something about girls hair that makes us nostalgic.

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  9. That is such a great story! A kid's first haircut is such a special milestone and to share it with your dad makes it even better! I am sure he loved it too!

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