I was walking through my hallway, phone rang, answered it... it was Cam (who was driving from school to work). We began to chat, the norm. Until I looked down at my needing-to-be-vacuumed carpet... was that hair?
When was the last time I trimmed my bangs?
Didn't I take the bathroom garbage out just yesterday?
Wait... that's too light to be my-- OH no...
That's when I looked up to the table, at my three-year-old eating her macaroni and cheese. Cameron kept asking what was wrong, because I was silent except for the "OH no..."
Yup.
She did it.
The inevitable thing that happens to every little girl at some point in her life... had happened to mine. I had been so careful and always taught her not to do it... apparently I wasn't clear enough.
Two inches across on the front of Liv's head had been cut to eye level.
It was time for a haircut. :-(
Here are our sad (but CUTE) before and afters...
(Notice the chipper happiness...
this is before she discovered how much I had to cut off.
She's turned to look at her "funny" side in the medicine cabinet mirror.)
That's some loooong hair. :-(
And here she is... looks like she's 5-years-old now!
She was watching Cinderella... not paying much attention.
When she started bawling in the bathroom,
because "I was just making it longer, momma..." and
"But I like it longer, I want it longer, don't cut it,"
it absolutely broke my heart...
(After reminding her, she'd look like Snow White when we were done,
and of course - that she could have fruit snacks... well, things brightened up.) :-)
So there you have it folks...
My 3-year-old who talks like a 16-year-old
officially looks like a 5-year-old.
(and oddly enough, EXACTLY like my sister Sidney
when her hair was bobbed, lol.)
At least she's cute - man, that phrase saves her every day... :-P
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