When Momma Leaves Town…

…Her 3 1/2 year old will give herself a Mullet.  I went to Texas this past weekend to visit my dad. It was a great time (beautiful weather!) and I’ll share a few pictures from my trip later, but this was fun to come home to.  Dillon had sent me pictures already on my phone and my dad, brother, and I had a good laugh. (her hair is wet from combing it before we went to get it cut) After calling my friend who cuts hair, and sending her a picture, she said she could get her right in. So we went and got it as even as we could!  I feel like she’s a baby again, waiting for her hair to grow in! What a silly girl.  Dillon was downstairs and she said she had to go potty.  She was taking a long time, so he went up to check on her and she was just coming out of the bathroom and the first thing she said was, “It’s going to take a long time to grow back.”  He was shocked and all he said was, “Oh no!”  and she burst into tears.  In one of the pictures she looked really sad, so I called and asked her about it and told her it was fine, and that we’d fix it and that she’ll look cute and she wasn’t in trouble.  So after Dillon and I helped her feel better, she kept flipping her few locks left and asking her brothers, “Do you like my cute new haircut?” Yep, especially this part underneath. The only thing that kind of makes me sad is that last week I was able to start braiding her hair—my first French braid ever!  I had to youtube it and started practicing and was so excited for her to have long enough hair to braid!  But whatever…we helped her feel ok about it and told her it was a good job, but to only let mom or professionals do it next time.  My way of thinking has always been, ‘it’s just hair, it will grow.’  And now she has a cute bob for spring time!