Today has been one of those days. Crazy kids, not enough sleep, barely making it through Sacrament meeting... just long. And then we got home from church, ate some lunch with grouchy kids, and sent Breanne and Janey up to B's room to play while C napped. Breanne came down to get her scissors, and told me she was going to be cutting some paper and fabric with them. Which we've been doing a lot of lately, so I was fine with.
Fast forward 1/2 hour or so, and in walks Janey with a new hairdo.
I actually had the audacity to think, just yesterday, that maybe we'd somehow skipped this childhood rite of passage with Breanne. Shoulda knocked on wood, I guess. Honestly, I think the pixie sort of cut looks pretty cute on Janey, but I wish it was something we decided on together. I was so shocked by it all that I didn't even think to take a picture of the sisterly cut job, all these are post my fixing. Breanne actually did a reasonable job, but I can't encourage this by telling her so and taking pictures!
I'm hoping the curls will come back.
Sometimes I feel like closing a post with an extra sigh.