New year, new look

Right before we left on Christmas for the country of Texas, Little One had Her first haircut. It was surprisingly hard to do, not just because of the constant wiggling and turning around. It made even J, the least sentimental of all tear-duct wearing people, wince and lament over the loss of Her sweet curls.
They were sweet. And curly. But, see. They were so looooong. In the back. And so not long, on the sides. And....I know we were on our way to Texas and everything, but.....
Well I just couldn't allow a mullet to walk among us forever, Peanuts, however sweetly it may have curled. So here She is, for posterity, and so you all may mourn the curls or cheer the death of mullet, however you are so inclined:

Before:


Going under the knife:

The damage:


And after: