She was remarkably patient while I hacked away, she didn't freak out the fifth (or tenth) time she heard "oops" or "oh oh" and the really scary sudden intake of breath followed by a silence and frozen stillness. "WHAT JUST HAPPENED?" Kidding. It wasn't that bad. And maybe, just maybe, I might have dropped a few oh ohs just to fuck with her.
It was somewhat disorienting to cut someone else's hair. When I cut my own hair I do it by feel. I was tempted to stand in front of her and cuts hers blind also. I think that might have tested her patience with me just a bit.
It came out fine. She seemed to like it. She did not request a paper bag or a cute hat to wear on her head for our walk around the neighborhood. I guess all that practice I got giving all my dolls new haircuts didn't go to waste.
*regular readers may notice that this is the second time I have linked to Jo's "adoptive breastfeeding is punk rock" post. Jo has many, many good posts, but that's the one that made me fall in love with her, way back when.