My Daughter is 17 Months

At what point do you make the transition from speaking in terms of month to years? When someone asks how old Klair is, I find myself considering my audience before I speak. For the most part I've been telling people lately that she's a year and a half... because with a bit of rounding that's about what she is. Occasionally, when someone has a child her age or is really toddler savvy, I give them the month response. But, if I tell the average person that's she's 17 months they look at me quizzically while visibly doing the math in their head, trying to assign some meaning to that measurement of time. I'm starting to think I should ditch the month thing altogether. It's strange to think that's she's graduated to the realm of  years and half years.... I remember when I was still counting her age in weeks... in days, even!

That was a random tangent. I never really did a 16 month post (I wrote this post to commemorate 2 years since we found out we were pregnant instead)... so this can be her 16 and 17 month post combined.

Here are a few important and most recent highlights:

Klair folds her arms and bows her head for prayers. At the end of the prayer, she also says amen. She's actually been doing this for a while now, and it's so sweet it makes me want to cry. It's a huge payday for Sam and me.

Klair is really, ridiculously photogenic. Always has been. Trying to choose which photos to use was nigh unto impossible... so, sorry for the overload but let's face it. I'm not really sorry. She's just too cute to narrow it down anymore. 

Lately, she has been responding to us by correctly nodding and shaking her head when we ask her questions. Additionally, if she's hurt I can ask her where and she'll point to whatever is ailing her. These are really convenient abilities.  My life has turned into a perpetual game of 20 questions, but I'm grateful for the increase in communication capabilities.

Klair loves to try and mimic words and has added "water," "more," "all done," "puppy," "bum bum," "eye," "bubble," "baby," "girl," etc., to her vocabulary. Furthermore, she is constantly trying out new words from the books we read. The most impressive one was "umbrella." The least impressive is "no no no Mama" while shaking her head. Okay, it's actually pretty awesome that she can say it, I'm just not particularly fond of the meaning. Several days ago I gave her a cookie and asked if I could have a bite. She shook her head and said "no no no." I went in to take a bite and she pushed me away and ran off with it. It was so funny! I was dying with laughter to see how protective she was of her cookie. Is it terrible that I sometimes (often) giggle when she does mischievous things? It's hard keeping a straight face sometimes (all the time). I think she's too funny! I'm going to create a monster if I'm not careful...

Klair is constantly on the go. She's also pretty fearless, which is good in some situations, and not so much in others. She's great in new places and is a social little butterfly, but she also has a lot of bruises lately because of her lively, adventurous personality. I actually considered photoshopping the bruise off of her forehead in these pictures, but then realized that it wouldn't do justice to her little personality. 

Klair loves milk. She didn't show much interest in it when we first weaned her from breast milk, but a switch flipped and suddenly she can't get enough of it. She would drink it all day long if we let her.

Speaking of which, she has become a picky little eater (I can't emphasize that enough). If I even offer her something she doesn't like, she will scream at me and hold her breath until she turns bright red. I don't want food to become a battle, so I offer her what we're eating and then try to find healthy foods that she will eat instead. There are a few good things she'll eat--oatmeal, peanut butter, sweet fruits, wheat bread (sometimes), sweet potatoes, cheese, yogurt, rice cereal.... and, well... that's about it. I try to dress these things up with added nutrients by throwing flax and chia in just about everything and making her fruit smoothies with kale and spinach blended in. She also loves macaroni and cheese, so I've found a pretty good compromise. I buy the Annie's brand. The noodles are made out of whole wheat and they don't use any artificial colors or preservatives. So, while I'm not delusional that it's actually healthy... I figure it's healthier. And some days, that's good enough for me.

She knows a lot of the people in her life by name including her grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and the family friends that we see frequently. She can't say their names (with the exception of Papa) but if we ask her where someone is, she points to the correct person.

Klair is a major daddy's girl when Sam's around. She's actually pretty clingy altogether, but when he is present her entire world revolves around him. And, when he leaves, she has a nuclear meltdown. Every. Day. I'm actually looking forward to the time when I can tell her that Daddy is going to work/traveling for work, but will be home soon. That level of communication will lend itself nicely to my ability to soothe, comfort, and reassure her. For now, mornings are just plain hard and evenings are like Christmas.

...but, when she's sick, sad, or tired she wants her mama. I can't say I'm too upset about this fact.

Furthermore, she has a lot of separation anxiety in general these days. Well, not a lot, but more than she's ever had. She loves loves loves to be held and to cuddle, and I love it back. Is my house as clean these days? Are my dinners as creative? Not at all.

Klair has gone over a month without being sick!!! That is a huge accomplishment. This winter was rough on us between teething and the all around cesspool of germs and viruses that she's been exposed to as we've started venturing out of the house more and more. I should probably go knock on wood or something now.

Klair's hair is getting long. We had her bangs trimmed up, but we left the rest of her hair alone and it's growing really well. She's transforming from a baby to a little girl so rapidly, I can hardly believe my eyes.

She made the switch from a high chair to a booster seat at the table. We have a convertible high chair and I swapped it out while she was napping. When she woke up, I surprised her with it and she was all "wows" and smiles. She really enjoys being at the table with us and it's nice to have her there.

Klair can open doors now. We have the long door handles that you pull down to open, and she figured them out the other day. She gets on her tippy toes, reaches up, and pulls the handle down. The first time she did it she looked to me and said, "WOW." Despite the fact that I'm proud of her for figuring it out, life just got a little bit (lot bit) harder for me.

She loves to play "Ring Around the Rosie." She gets impatient and can't wait for the end to fall down. The game essentially consists of us getting up and falling down repeatedly. Good thing she's so cute!

Klair loves to dance. She'll go in her toyroom, press the button of one of her toys that plays music, and dance around. Her version of dancing consists of stepping back and forth in a swaying motion while spinning in circles (think of a dancing Snoopy).We dance a lot lately. It's a blast.

She's starting to imitate animal noises. Just the other day I was reading her a book and told her that a duck goes "quack, quack, quack." She looked at me, smiled, and said "glack, glack, glack!" She also likes to try and make dog noises, and she's an expert growler when I ask her what sound a tiger makes. She thinks it's hilarious to make these noises.

She can point to most of her body parts on demand. I'll ask her where something is, and she'll point and say "right der." She knows her hair, head, forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheeks, mouth, tongue, teeth, chin, ears, shoulders, arms, hands, fingers, stomach, bum, legs, knees, feet and toes. She can also say "I La" when I ask her to say "I love you." And, she'll say "down" and oblige if I say "sit down" and say "uh" while standing up if I ask her to do so.

She loves to sing the itsy bitsy spider and do the actions. Her singing consists of saying "isty bisty." She also gets impatient with this song and often skips ahead.

Klair has a silly little sense of humor. She loves to laugh, and she loves doing things to make us laugh. She likes to blow raspberries on Sam and me and tickle us. And, when she does it (and often right before) she giggles very mischievously.

It's amazing how familiar she is with her books. She has a ton of board books, yet she knows what everything is in each of them. If I ask her where something is, she can easily point to it, and I often find her flipping through the pages "reading" the books aloud to herself (in her own language of course). It looks like I need to invest in some new reading material for her.

She adores her stuffed animals. She has to sleep with them at night, and every morning when we go in to get her she looks at us in a panicked sort of state, and starts gathering them all in her arms as fast as she can. It's imperative that they come with her.

She's very good with real animals. She'll gently pet them, and give them hugs repeatedly.

She LIVES for balls and balloons. Everywhere we go she is constantly on the look out for balls or anything even slightly spherical shaped. It's like she's wired with a special kind of radar. As soon as she sees something ball-like (a light bulb, a plant, the big red balls in front of target, an actual balloon) she yells "Ball!" at the top of her lungs until her voice is raspy while pointing excitedly. We were in church the other day, right in the middle of sacrament (worship service) and suddenly she yelled "ball!" at the top of her lungs... multiple times. I had no idea what she was talking about until I noticed she was pointing upward. I looked up, and sure enough there was a purple balloon floating against the ceiling. Why it was there is beyond me, but leave it to my child to hone in on it.

She loves bubbles and says this word very clearly. Blowing bubbles with her is like Christmas morning on steroids.

Klair loves my makeup, jewelry, scarves, shoes... basically, she's a girly girl and wants to be just like her mama. I'm okay with this (except when she gets into my makeup, I don't love that so much).

She hates being dirty. If food gets on her hands while she's eating, she throws a tantrum. As soon as I clean it up, she's fine again. If I give her a paper towel she'll often do one of two things. Either she'll use it to try and wipe her own face, or she'll hold it up to her nose and blow a raspberry. She started doing this the last time I had a cold because she things it's what I'm doing when I blow my nose.

Whenever I tell her something new, she watches me intently. Once I'm done, she'll typically say "wooow!" (think Wall-E). Nothing could be cuter. Later, when I ask her about it, she remembers.

I can ask her to go and get me something (a diaper, my phone, her sippy cup) and she kindly obliges.

I could go on forever. Basically, she is brilliant, happy, funny and so so so much fun. I love this age, and I love this girl with my whole heart. 

She brings me more happiness than I know what to do with, every day. Every. Single. Day. 

Happy 17 months baby girl!

Klair's Outfit (Similar Items)
Blouse | Jeans | Shoes

This post is part of the "Little Things" linkup with Words About Waverly.
All photography is by my talented husband... except for the ones of Sam and Klair. Yep, I'm totally taking credit for those...

Klairisms: The 15 Month Update

I never did an update for Klair and the fact that she is now 15 months old! What? I've said it before and I'll say it again... where does the time go? Can someone please tell me how it's March already? How is it that the weather is warm enough for Klair to go jacket-less and drink her first Slurpee at the park? I don't understand. I'm really starting to understand why the elderly constantly tell you that life passes quickly. It rings truer with every passing day.

(With regard to the Slurpee, she may have liked it too much. She was extremely possessive.)

So, in order to better remember this rather fleeting and hauntingly beautiful existence, here are some cute things that my baby girl has been doing lately,
or "Klairisms" as I like to call them.

For the past month or so, she has been extra cuddly and loves to lay her head on our shoulders and sleep on our chests. She prefers to snuggle up and sleep on me during nap time. And, sometimes I let her. Actually, I give in pretty often lately. The way she nestles into my shoulder, it's the sweetest thing this world has to offer. With her head pressed against my lips I breathe her in, trying to memorize her smell, and the way that she feels in my arms. Her tiny, chubby fingers play with my hair, and stroke my arm as if to say "thanks for staying, mama." It reminds me of when she was first born and the sweet skin-to-skin time that I briefly enjoyed (after a few weeks she was done being my cuddle buddy). Now, at 15 months old, she loves to cuddle again and I'm not complaining. I think in large part it's due to the fact that for the last couple of months she has been either sick, teething, or both. I know that she won't be small enough to nap in my arms forever. Do I get as much done around the house on these days? Of course not, but I don't really care. I'm savoring these experiences--savoring her.

Speaking of sleeping, she is especially mischievous at bed time. After her nightly story and a family prayer, I hold her in her rocker, sing to her, and play with her hair until she falls asleep. Lately, when she's not ready to surrender to bed time, her little head will pop off of my shoulder. At this point I know it's coming. She'll stare at me, and if I give in and look at her she'll smile and kiss attack me. I'm barraged with kiss after kiss after kiss. Often, she'll lift her head and press her chin or neck against my lips, leaving me no choice but to kiss them too. If this doesn't make me laugh, she goes for round two. Next up: she commences funny noises. And, if necessary, she'll tickle me. The combination of the kisses, silly noises, and tickling is too much. My devious child knows exactly what she's doing. I can only hold it in for so long before I end up laughing. Once I start, she copies my laugh. Naturally, this makes me laugh more... I'm only human. Before I know it we're having a giggle-fest. Wake time is prolonged, and she gets exactly what she was aiming for.

Her 4th molar finally came in. I can't emphasize the word finally enough. I knew that molars would be tricky, but no one warned me it could take months of pestering before finally making an appearance. The poor girl has had a rough go of it, but I think we're finally starting to see the light. And, just in time for spring! The warm weather brings with it lots of promises--reduced sicknesses and warm, sunny days being my personal favorites.

She is running these days. She made her mind up to start walking, and almost immediately after she took off. She moves so quickly, I actually have to exert some effort to keep up with the little tyke. She especially loves to speed up when she's headed toward something forbidden (like the dog food) and I object to her plans. She'll typically look at me, smile, and take off at a full sprint towards her naughty destination. Thank goodness she's so adorable. Little stinker.

She is in love with her books. They are her prized possessions, and she prefers to pass the day away reading them and being read to. Just today she wandered off and I found her in her in the corner of her bedroom, leaning against the wall, independently (and intently) looking at one of her books. There were plenty of times I thought maybe we were crazy in our efforts to read to her while she was in the womb and in establishing a bedtime story from the day we brought her home. I'm so grateful now. It seems that our diligence in reading with her has paid off.

We've cultivated within her a love for reading and learning, and now we just have to continue to nourish it and watch her grow. My teacher self is jumping for joy.

Some days she eats as much as her dad. Other days, she eats like an overly picky little bird. But, all days, she wants to eat fruit snacks and applesauce. She would live off of these two things if she could. We have this big bottom drawer in our kitchen that's filled with her sippy cups. She loves to open this drawer and play the game of taking them out so I can put them back in--out and in out and in....you get the point. Well, I had this great idea to put her snacks in that drawer so she could grab one and effectively tell me when she's hungry. What I didn't account for was that she would work the system. If she brought me fruit snacks, I'd let her have 1 packet a day and after that I would get her something of real substance to eat. She figured out that if she brought her dad a packet of fruit snacks, put it in his hands, and looked up with those dreamy blue eyes, he would give it to her without a second thought. I bought a box of fruit snacks on Saturday. The box was gone on... Saturday. Sam realized this after the damage was done, and since then I've had to relocate the little gummy temptations. Her applesauce still resides in the drawer, and lately she's been back to her old tactics.

In this photo she brought me four applesauces. Do you think she was trying to tell me something?

She likes to point and ask us "what's that?" Once we tell her, she remembers. She has such an impressive memory. She can point to most of her body parts, and she knows all the animals and objects in her books.

She understands so much of what we say, and I'm just beginning to scratch the surface of her ability to comprehend. The other day I couldn't find my phone. In a moment of frustration I jokingly asked her "Klair, where is Mama's phone!?" She put her book down, looked at me, puckered her lips (I've since discovered that the lip pucker is her thinking-face) and said "oooh, hmmmm." She then proceeded to look around the living room, checking the furniture. Amazed, I just watched her search. At one point she looked up at me,  and babbled in Klairinese. I responded, "I know I just had it! Where could it be?" She shrugged her shoulders, and continued looking. When we found it behind the couch pillow, she pointed to it, gave me a few lines in her little language, and went back to her book. Tonight I told my sister and her husband, Jake, about this experience. We decided to test her. We asked her wear Jake's shoes were. She immediately threw her hands up in a shrug that said "I don't know," puckered her lips, and started looking. And she found them! She went right to his boots by their back door, pointed, and said "der" (meaning "there"). She's brilliant. I know all moms say that about their kids, but I'm convinced she's really a genius.

This is her thinking face.

These photos are from the same day at Scheels. She was extremely enamored with the fish. 

These three pictures perfectly capture her infamous use of the word "wow." 

She imitates. I've mentioned before that she's figured out cell phones, iPads, and other technology that kids aren't supposed to have. We haven't encouraged it, but as soon as she gets her eager little fingers on these devices she knows exactly what to do--simply from watching us. Well, I recently discovered that makeup is the same way. If she gets her hands on my makeup she immediately starts pressing lipstick to her face, eyeliner to her eyes, and lotion to her hands.

This particular photo is the result of me leaving my purse unzipped and in a location that she could reach it... I learned my lesson. 

It was everywhere. 

She looks pretty pleased with herself.

She throws tantrums like a toddler and she has the most distinct, over exaggerated frowny face. One of these days I'll snap a photo of it. With every red-faced-all-out-angry-mad-cry-and-thrashing I am  more and more convinced that she's actually a toddler. If she wants something and I deny her, it is

The. End. of. the. World.

She's a stair master. She climbs up and slides down on her belly with ease. She also climbs onto and off of the furniture frequently, and it's almost surreal to see my little baby toddler sitting solo on the couch all grown up like.

She's a shoe girl. During dance class she likes to try and put on all the other girls' shoes. Whenever I put shoes on her feet, they come off and she attempts to put them back on herself. And, occasionally, I find her trying to wear our shoes.

She looks good in Sam's boots. (This photo also illustrates her long-standing habit of getting into my jewelry box. I can't even keep most of my jewelry in it for fear of it getting lost or destroyed.)

Oh! And that reminds me. Klair started dance! My sister-in-law teaches a class for baby girls, and Klair joined a couple of weeks ago. She's a little young to really understand what's happening, but she really enjoys being around the other girls. I think it's a great experience for her--even for the exposure alone. Plus, I love watching her run around in a tutu :)

    First Week:

    Second Week:

Overall, I have to say that I love this age. 

She is too much fun! 

I'm excited for all of the adventures ahead.

The adventures of Klair Bear: Month 14

As of the 29th Klair was 12 months + 2. That means I'm closing in on the 2 year mark of being a mom (if you count gestation... which I definitely do). I swear to you pregnancy was the longest nine months of my life. In contrast, the first year (and then some) of Klair's life has been the speediest of my life.

Strange how that works. I'm guessing it's because babies keep you busy, and they keep you guessing. As soon as I think I have her figured out she goes and changes on me again. Her needs, desires, abilities, even her very temperament fluctuates and evolves so rapidly. I've learned to be flexible, quick on my feet, and patient. Oh so patient. I've also learned that all phases are just that--phases. For better or worse the only thing I can count on is change. Fast-paced, unpredictable change.

Don't get me wrong, though. I do feel like I know her well, I mean... I've spent more time with her than with anyone else. Ever.  Every single day for two years. Inseparable for 9 months and pretty much that for the rest. And she knows me on a level I never even knew existed until she came along. She has awakened within me more emotions, and shown me more beauty than I know what to do with. She's changed me, for the better. Yet, despite the intimacy of our relationship, sometimes I feel like we're strangers. In the grand scheme of things I barely know her. I'm just beginning to chip away at this iceberg that is her personality.

It's a peculiar paradox to know someone so completely... and not at all.

All musing aside, I really am enjoying the process of getting to know the person I know best. Furthermore, having a newborn was great, but I am in love with this older baby/young toddler phase. I look forward to discovering more about her... every day.

...

So, at 14 months, here are a few things I've learned about Klair and her (current) personality:

Klair loves books. She is constantly bringing them to us to read to her. She could read all day and be quite content. She'll hand one of us a book, climb into our lap, and wait for us to begin. She turns the pages, points at pictures, and asks "dat?" meaning "what's that?" And, once we've told her what something is she doesn't forget it.

Often, after one of us has read to her, she'll take the book and flip through the pages while babbling in Klairinese. She reads the book to us. It's adorable.

Currently, her favorite book is "I Love You Through and Through." She likes to kiss the boy in the book. ...should I be worried?
She's also particularly fond of the book Five Little Monkeys. You know the classic rhyme...well, they made it into a book (real original, right?) and Klair enjoys it immensely. When I say the line "no more monkeys jumping on the bed" I always shake my finger. She picked up on this. Now, she'll read through the book, shake her finger and sternly say "ba ba ba ba ba ba!"  

Klair likes balloons. Like, a lot. The mere sight of a balloon is enough to send her into a flurry of squeals and "wows." And, surprisingly she doesn't cry when they pop. In fact, she isn't phased by it at all. (Rosie also loves balloons as you can see in the video below).

Klair adores bouncy balls. Rosie has a ball that she is particularly fond of and Klair will throw it for her. It's so cute to see them play together.

Klair sleeps on her side and on her stomach. She moves a lot at night. I put her in the middle of her crib on her back, and often discover her in the strangest positions and corners of the bed in the morning. 

Klair enjoys climbing. She randomly started climbing stairs on Christmas and now she wants to climb onto everything (and everyone). She's actually getting pretty good at it, and I'm finding that my anxiety level is decreasing as she learns to climb up and off of things on her own (without falling). She conquered this dinosaur at the mall all by herself today... and then proceeded to sit on it for 20 minutes as if reveling in her victory. 

Klair eats a lot and she is getting chubby again. Apparently weaning her off of milk has encouraged her to eat more solids and she's regaining everything she lost around the 12 month mark. I'm actually quite excited about it. I can't wait to see her chubby little leg rolls in all the rompers and shorts that are coming out for Spring!

Klair is a ham... but that's nothing new. (I probably shouldn't take pictures at church... oh well :)

Klair wants to brush her teeth... constantly. She opens the drawer where I keep her toothbrush, presses the toothpaste against the brush (as if she's putting some on) and puts the brush in her mouth. She's an oral hygiene enthusiast. In this particular photo, she destroyed this drawer and stole my toothbrush. 

Klair likes to brush her own hair (and my hair, and the dog's hair, and the hair of anyone in reach).

Klair gives lots of kisses. She even makes the kissing noise now! It's too cute. She also blows kisses, and when she hugs she will lay her head on your shoulder and say  "awww."  

Klair interacts incredibly well with people. It's so fun to take her places, because she smiles and waves to everyone. Her happiness is contagious. She literally brightens every room she enters. I love how sweet and social she is. 

Klair holds her spoon like an adult. I didn't teach her this, I guess she just picked up on it. I'm kind of impressed.

Klair devours fruit snacks like they're going out of style. I actually don't like giving them to her because she's been known to cry once they're all gone...

Klair throws tantrums. If she wants something (like my phone, or the keys) and can't have it then she will throw herself on the ground and cry.

Klair unlocks my phone, and locks me out of it constantly (by entering the wrong code too many times). She has figured out how to unlock both her parent's phones (I have the iPhone, he has the Nokia Lumia) and she knows to swipe her little finger. It's really entertaining to watch her because we've never deliberately shown her. Observant little baby.

Klair loves her car that her grandparents got her for Christmas. She constantly rides it, dances to the music it makes, and she hoards things in the little compartment under the seat. If something goes missing, chances are she hid it in there.

Klair watches the show Daniel the Tiger, and thoroughly enjoys it. She gets so engrossed. And (confession) I sometimes put on an episode so I can get things done around the house.

Apparently Sam likes the show too :)

Klair wears shoes now! :) She didn't for awhile. She would just take them off as soon as I put them on. I suddenly felt bad for all those times I judged moms whose kids didn't have shoes or socks on, because I now realize the kids were probably like Klair. But she wears them now, so that's good. It's been fun to finally use all the cute shoes I bought her. 

Klair possesses great hair. Pigtails and ponytails have been too much fun lately, and they make for great day-after-bed-head too.

Klair scoots. Her main and preferred mode of transportation is still scooting. See exhibit A:

Klair crawls as of a few days ago. We were getting ready to go swimming and I put her suit on her to make sure it still fit. Out of no where she started crawling. We've been trying to encourage her to do this for months, so it was a pleasant surprise. See exhibit B:

Klair alternates between scooting and crawling to get around.

Klair walks, and she's actually really good at it, but she only does it when she feels like it. She has great balance, but she never walks spontaneously or of her own accord. She'll only do it if we encourage her or make a game out of it. I guess she's just lacking in the desire department.
Apparently scooting is cooler. 

I suppose she simply "scoots to the beat of her own drum."

All in all I love my original, brilliant, beautiful, stubborn, sweet, happy 14 month baby girl,
and I can't wait to see what the future has in store for us!  

Klair's First Hair Cut

I'm currently sitting here with this (literal) angel all snuggled up in my arms sleeping ever so sweetly. I just couldn't seem to put her in her crib when she first drifted off to slumber land. I didn't want to. I was enjoying it too much. But, alas, now I'm kind of stuck. I missed my window. I know all too well that if I try and move her now she'll wake up, look at me with those big, dreamy blue eyes and immediately start babbling at me in Klairinese--as if she's recounting the visions that were just dancing around in her head. This option wouldn't be so bad, if it weren't for the fact that I know she needs the rest. Thus, I'm content to sit here. Thank goodness I had enough foresight to bring my phone with me. This actually gives me an opportunity to write about an event that I've been meaning to address for awhile--

Baby girl's first trip to the salon to trim those precious golden locks. 

The Before: 

Her hair has been awesome her entire life. She has always had a good amount, especially for a blondie. It naturally grew longer on top into what appeared to be a purposeful pixie cut. I thought perhaps we might get lucky enough that we wouldn't need to cut her baby hair and that over time it would grow into the perfect little-girl-long-hairstyle. Recently, however, the back of her hair decided to start growing rapidly and began to look like.... well, a mullet. I didn't really catch on at first. I was oblivious--blinded by my excitement that her hair was getting some length. It wasn't until my best friend, Sharydon (who happens to be a fantastic hairstylist) mentioned that Klair would probably need a haircut soon and that she would like to do it, that the thought even crossed my mind. 

And honestly, I probably would have continued in my denial if it weren't for Sam affirming Sharydon's comment by mentioning that it was about time to get Klair's hair trimmed. I hesitatingly grabbed my phone, bravely texted Sharydon, and made an appointment for that week. Apparently setting a date to get my baby's precious, virgin hair trimmed was a lot harder than I realized.

The actual process of cutting her hair was a lot easier than I thought it would be. We draped her in a cute little baby cape, and I put one on too. Then, we simply had her sit in my lap while Sharydon worked her magic. Klair was so excited about all the new sights and sounds that she was pretty unaware of the trimming taking place. When we needed her to look in a certain direction, we would direct her eyes with a brush, spray bottle, or anything we could find that Klair found remotely interesting. 

Overall she was great during the process.

 I think it helped that she loves her Sharydon so much.

Also, this post would not be complete without mentioning that Sharydon was so sweet! She was incredibly patient, refused to let me pay, and even saved a few locks in an envelope for me. I’m kind of spoiled in the best friend department. Plus, Klair’s hair looked perfect. The cut was nothing too dramatic. Just a little trimmed off of the back to reduce the appearance of a mullet and to prepare it to grow into the perfect little toddler bob. And then, someday… it will become the long, beautiful locks that I dream of! I get all giddy just thinking about pretty blonde braids of all varieties.

The After: 

Oh, little girl. We have so much fun ahead of us. 

I just love you to pieces!