Braids

Yep! Another post about Cece's hair. If you continue following our blog, you can expect more posts on the subject in the future, I'm sure. Because we are likely departing for Czech the end of February, I wanted to get Cece's hair done before we leave. While I'm hopeful that we'll be able to find a place or even have Emily who already serves with JV in Czech do her hair, I wanted to do it once while I was "at home" to become more familiar with the process.

Well, it turns out the Mouna's, located in down-town Denver, was a cross-cultural experience in and of itself. Some of the "highlights":

When I walked in, I was not greeted at a front desk, instead I talked to the woman lying on the couch about getting my daughter's hair done.

The lady asked me what I would pay. (I had no idea, so I asked her what was reasonable, she gave a price, and I countered. I probably paid more than I need to, but . . . .)

I had to go and get cash out of an ATM before they would start.

I was told to pick out beads; I had no idea how many or how they would be used in her hair.

The lady who was braiding her hair kept picking up the extensions (the hair she was adding) off the floor.

HOWEVER, the lady really knew what she was doing and put up with Cece moving her head quite frequently.

The women did comment on how good Cece was being, and said, "you must do her hair." I was a proud momma!

How long did it take? Over an hour. How did I get Cece to sit still that long? An unmentionable amount of Cheerios.

So without further ado, here is my daughter who went into Mouna's a baby and came out a little girl: