Month: September 2018

This weekend was a big milestone in our family: Margot’s first haircut! I think I had been holding off on getting her hair cut because it still felt so early, especially in comparison to her big sister. Stella barely had any hair for a long time, and her first haircut was after she turned two.

Margot on the other hand has always a lot of hair, so she has rocked the Pebbles ponytail on top of her head for many months. But it was getting very unruly, so it was time to bite the bullet and get it cut. Little ones end up looking so grown up with their hair cut, so I have no doubt I was trying to hold onto as much of the baby phase as possible.

Stella’s first haircut was with my stylist Nathan at Red the Salon in Birmingham. She was old enough to sit still pretty well. Now she gets her hair cut at Mirabella in Okemos, and her stylist Courtney does a wonderful job with her hair. I considered taking Margot there, but with her still being so little, I felt like going somewhere more catered to little ones would be the way to go.

Thanks to my local mom friends, I learned about Lockworx in Lansing. Lockworx features a small salon inside called Little Locks Salon, which is only open on Saturdays I learned. Luckily when I called on Friday, I was able to make an appointment for Saturday morning.

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I just returned from a full Labor Day weekend at my parents’ lake house. I should be feeling pretty relaxed — and I am — after spending the last few days enjoying the warm weather, boat rides, and an extra couple pair of hands helping keep the girls occupied.

But something happened on Friday that hasn’t happened in over a decade: I got stung by a yellow jacket. Margot was taking a nap, and I sat on a lounge chair out on the deck ready to relax with Crazy Rich Asians. I didn’t even see the little jerk; I only felt the sting on my inner arm, and quickly swatted it away from me before it landed on the deck. Its stinger was still stuck in my arm as I stomped on him with my sandal.

I quickly went inside to find something to scrape the stinger off of my arm; I remembered learning as a kid that you should use something blunt like a credit card to scrape it out instead of using tweezers. I also remembered that time is of the essence to make sure the stinger doesn’t stay in too long, so I grabbed a magazine and used one of the cardboard inserts to scrape out the stinger.

It stung, of course, for a couple of hours. Then the area started to get swollen and red. I put ice on it to help with the pain and swelling, but ultimately this was just the beginning. I posted updates on my Instastories throughout the day (and kept making this face obviously).

While the pain of the sting subsided by the end of the day Friday, the area on my arm seemed to be getting redder, itchier, and warmer. I had a hard time sleeping that night.

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