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As much as I've resisted it, Mir is right. Sophia was long due for a haircut. She really was starting to look like a homeless baby. And while it looked lovely up in glossy, ringleted pigtails, getting that done required an act of God, and then she'd yank her hair free in a matter of minutes. And then there we were again. Homeless baby.

So today my dear friend Tracey came over, and we did what had to be done.

This is a terrible picture, I know. I'm just including it to give you an idea how LONG her hair had gotten. Crazy. Someone should talk to her mother.

Also, yes, we sat her in her highchair, on a phone book, sideways. Because that is how the super-klassy do it.

 
And my little wild child of a girl was a perfect angel.

 
As a matter of fact, I'm considering asking Tracey to come over and cut her hair every night while I try to make dinner. Sure, she'd be bald eventually, but I'm telling you, she was absolutely serene.

 
It was done soon enough, because it may have been long, but she still only has about seventeen wispy strands of hair. So she was checking herself out in short order. She approved, and spent the rest of the afternoon informing people, "SOOOO pretty."

 
 
It was not a question, either. Just a statement of fact. Hi, I'm soooo pretty.

And now I'd like to give you some great pictures of her with her new haircut, but have you ever tried to take pictures of a toddler? Most of them look like this:

 
You can almost hear her cussing out the paparazzi in this one, can't you?

You'll just have to take my word for it. As hard as it was to take the leap (because BABIES don't get haircuts, don't you know), her new sassy hair is perfect.

 
It's light and easy and, yes,

 
...sooo pretty.