Maggie got her hair cut for the first time ever last week. No, no; it was a trim. We were very careful to explain how a cut and a trim are very different and she was not getting her hair cut (since I use that as a threat when she won't let me brush her hair). So she went to Baka Sue's beauty salon and got a shampoo and a trim and a blow dry. Although she was quite apprehensive about it beforehand, I made sure to talk up the similarities between getting your hair cut and being treated like a princess. In the end she decided she wanted to be called Belle and bragged about the experience to everyone afterward. Success! Let's hope her first dentist visit goes as well.
And speaking of princesses, we went to a birthday party this weekend where all Maggie did the entire party was put on a princess dress, do a lap, take off the princess dress, put on another princess dress, do a lap, take it off, try another, lap, off, next, etc. etc. etc. This girl had a lot of princess dresses to try, let me tell you, and not even the inflatable bouncy house in the backyard could really take her attention away from them. Cake did. But only for a little while. It was a much more successful party than the one we went to in the morning, where a little boy absolutely terrorized the kids. He bit, slapped, pulled clothes, scratched, yelled, all unprovoked. Poor little Maggie still has a mark on her back where he didn't quite break the skin. But when asked, Mags said she liked the party. Ahhh, the power of the trampoline.
