My little one has no hair!

I'm not entirely sure what's going on with Little K, but she has been begging for months to have a REALLY short haircut.  K was born bald, and remained so until she was almost two.  Her hair finally started to grow in, and I was enjoying seeing her in little piggy tails and pony tails, like in the photo below.

But the truth was she didn't like having her hair done.  She hated having her hair washed, combed, and put up.  She disliked clips and ribbons and elastics.  She'd tolerate headbands briefly, but soon took them off and lost them (usually at school, or out and about somewhere that I'd never find it again).

In August I cut her hair pretty short, but it was all one length, and she still needed something in her hair to keep it out of her face.  I can't stand when kids have hair hanging over their eyes, especially at school.  When I volunteer at school it's all I can do to restrain myself from grabbing a scissors and cutting kids' bang/fringes so they can see!

We've been looking through the old photos recently, and Little K fixated on the photos of her when she was 3, and decided she wanted bangs/fringes again, so she wouldn't have to wear a clip to keep the hair out of her eyes.  So last week after a bath I picked up the scissors and started cutting (I cut  our hair at home, saving bundles of money!   I haven't had a salon cut since 1981, and the girls have never had one).   I made the cut but she wanted me to cut more.  I tried to understand what she was asking for.  "No hair on my neck!" she declared.  So I kept cutting.

This is what we ended up with:

Yes, it's a Dorothy Hamill cut, and Little K couldn't be happier!  Every few minutes she exclaims, "I love my haircut!"  The reception at school was mixed.  Some kids teased her for looking like a boy.  Others said she looked "really cute."

There was one problem, though.  When we spent the day with my mom recently, she couldn't help be reminded of my little brother Ted, when he was a boy.  In fact, Grammy kept calling Little K Ted!  Here you can see the similarity, although I think my skills at cutting hair are a bit better than my mom's:

Look at those sideburns!  Was that the 70's or what?  My grandmother was always hounding my mom to give Ted a proper crew cut.  She couldn't stand long hair on little boys.  Maybe that's where I got my scissors compulsion when I see kids with hair over their eyes.  You'll notice that Ted's bangs/fringes are well above his eyebrows!

Here's one more shot of Little K's new do.  Here she's having a bite of Daddy's birthday cake earlier this week.  It's German Chocolate, a special treat for us!  K wore a headband and a dress to school that day because she was trying out for a part in the school play.  She wanted the main part of the little girl narrator, so I suggested she at least dress like a girl for the audition.  Instead she was asigned the part of a tree.  Yippee.