We just weren't blessed with 'luscious locks'. (both my girls have two crowns!! ugh!) I'm not bitter. It is what it is. We got the big blue eyes. And we did GET hair. Just not the hair that we would have asked for. That's more than we can say for the man of the house. I'm not going to kick up a stink and ask why we didn't get both-the eyes and the hair. We just didn't.
Which is probably why I LOVE a haircut. When you have less than desired of anything, it is wonderful to have a professional deal with it. Right? That, and my mother's views on hair. She has this thing. We won't go there.
Feeling overly shaggy, this weekend we set out to get some hair cuts:
Baby girl was NOT impressed that mommy had scissors anywhere near her ears. She has no idea what 'bad hair' is. She doesn't care. She does care about her ears though. (And, for the record, so do I.)