Okay, so I suppose I must take some blame for this one... I had just given Claire and Nora a shower, after a quite tiring day away from home to help poor Victoria and her poor Vue, with little success other than being able to put Noah down for a nap this afternoon. I was worn out and itching to explore my creative inspirations that are attacking me from all directions at any given moment. I had a measuring tape out and my screen open to a website of arts and craft photos. Could lead others to explore their artistic expression, right? It was the first five minutes of my day that I had sat down for me. I head some voices behind me, but distractedly mumbled, "Okay..uh huh... yeah. All right. Yeah, sure." This is when in hindsight, my parent guilt creeps in. For all I know, a 4 1/2 and 28 month old were asking me if it was okay to put the fish in the microwave, play with knives, call Cambodia, or... cut off all their hair. Most likely it was a request to watch a movie, eat, help them find a certain pair of fairy undies, or to have a story read to them.
While I do not have pictures of the direct aftermath, I snapped a few shots of their new 'dos. I hope my overpriced salon visits as an adult has taught me a thing or two about cutting hair.
So Claire has a kinda funky flair layered side swoop bang cut. (Great, I'm going to have to do her hair every morning, too?!?)
And Nora ended up with a grown up, little lost baby curls, bob of sorts...
(P.S. For quick photo upload purposes, these were taken with my phone...I'll upload the real-deals later.)
This is another time, a time which happens all too often, when I must realize my little girls are growing up. They are individuals. Independent. Trusting and loving girls. I guess that's not so bad after all.