So, you wanna get rid of the mullet?

What busy bees we are. This afternoon, Alice and I headed off to the hairdressers to bid the mullet farewell. It's been great not having to worry about her hair for all this time - in fact I didn't even have to think about brushing or combing it until a couple of months ago. There are advantages to being born as bald as a coot.

We went through the usual Alice routine - make a big fuss when she arrives somewhere new and then gets used to the people, explores it thoroughly and rules the school by the time she leaves.

She was very happy to sit in the airplane ("nee-ow") , also had a go in the neighbouring fire engine ("nee-nah") and liked the Mickey Mouse DVDs which were showing (although there was some consternation that the mouse didn't go "eek-eek" as she has been carefully taught. She also dealt well with the fact that the monkeys at the zoo last weekend didn't reply to her "oo-oo" and that the snakes didn't utter an audible "ssss". I've noticed that she has stopped doing her elephant trunk impression though, so she may be a little disillusioned). Anyway.

The photo above is the after shot, after she had been bribed with a gingerbread man. Although it took three of their staff 30 minutes to complete the "bob", they really didn't need to take much off and only charged me half price, which was a bargain considering the labour costs involved (one to blow bubbles, one to cut the hair, one to try distract her and keep her head still and then they all took turns doing one of the other things). I'll gloss over the fact it already costs more to cut Alice's hair than it does her father's - he may as well get used to the price of being a girl now. Alice's "bob" looks much neater at the back now and hopefully she'll enjoy the haircut experience more next time. The salon was really lovely and we had a little Babycino afterwards. Very ladies who lunch.