Yesterday Maya had her first haircut. It was quite the experience with pomp and circumstance. We got to Lollicut in Tarzana at noon, just in time for her appointment. Maya had slept on the ride over, so she was slightly subdued. She had her entourage in tour, both grandmothers, grandpa Sal, and I, all toting cameras. It was like she had the paparazzi following her. Glauria was her stylist and she was so sweet to indulge our three-ringed circus. I was first to sit in the chair, and after I was covered in plastic, Maya sat on my lap. Her hair was spritzed with cool water, then the cutting began. I was not sure what to expect, but my little girl was her happy old self. She sat still while Glauria snipped around her ears and at the nape of her neck. There were probably about ten strands snipped because Glauria had been given clear instructions by Maya's Daddy, not to "go crazy with the scissors", or he would come after her. After her haircut, Maya's hair was tied into a little coconut tree, and some ribbons (matching her outfit, nonetheless) were tied to it. She received a certificate graduating her from the ranks of the uncut and we got an envelope with some of her hair to remind us of this special day. After a few more photographs, and yes, rolling video, we were on our way.
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