Haircut or...Abuse?

For months I have been threatening Josie that we are going to cut her hair. I guess that would be why she was terrified, she associated it with something bad. Well, after the umpteenth argument and the bazillionth tear over doing hair, today was the day. I tried to talk her into letting me take her to supercuts for some nice, (not angry), trained professional to get rid of it, but she wasn't having it. I decided to save myself the public embarassment of dragging a screaming child through the door by her too long hair. I figured if it didn't turn out I could pay someone to fix it. So here goes! Please note that Josie cried the entire time and was fondly holding her "broken" hair when we were finished. The only condolence to her was that it would grow back. She has since told anyone that comments on her hair today that it is OK because it will grow back. I laugh now because she really did have reason to cry since I had no idea what I was doing.

The first snip! Check out Josie's face in the mirror

Josie tenderly holding her broken hair

The forced smile -after a chocolate reward

Final result

She survived! It really doesn't look all that bad for an amateur. Kevin wanted me to cut it shorter, but I didn't dare. She has a lot of natural wave that makes it very difficult for me to get it nice and even. This will do for now. I was amazed at how much thicker her hair felt once all those straggly ends were gone. I hope this will solve a lot of yogurt/milk/syrup/ice cream, you name it hair covered ends.